IT'S COLD HERE When you look at me I freeze and wished I had something to wear Naked I stand before you not knowing what to say Do we care where we came from? Do we care who we are? Will we laugh at nothing? Pretend not to pretend? It keeps getting colder Who will withstand? and Who will leave first? By: Roger Harkness
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