Who are you?
As I, turn up the collar on my favourite winter coat,
this wind is blowin' my mind..
this wind is blowin' my mind..
A summer's disregard, a broken bottle top, and a one man's soul..
I've been a victim of a selfish kind of Love. It's time that I realize, that there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan. Could it be really me, pretending that they're not alone?
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