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Winter Wind That Wicked Bitch
The winter wind is a wicked bitch
Feel her sting, when you do
You may end up in a ditch
Like a grocery bag from a now
Defunct store
Feel her blade across your neck
As you get iced the fuck out
You can keep the sunny days
Her soul thrives in the gray
Thoughts of mayhem and unspeakable
Acts pulsate in her mind
The winter wind is a wicked bitch
A journey with her can leave you
Wanting and begging for more
Breathless chilled to the core
She’ll always be my whore;
Feel her sting, when you do
You may end up in a ditch
Like a grocery bag from a now
Defunct store
Feel her blade across your neck
As you get iced the fuck out
You can keep the sunny days
Her soul thrives in the gray
Thoughts of mayhem and unspeakable
Acts pulsate in her mind
The winter wind is a wicked bitch
A journey with her can leave you
Wanting and begging for more
Breathless chilled to the core
She’ll always be my whore;
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