Tekstovi: Piano Magic. Writers Without Homes. The Season Is Long.

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The season is long and i've got the chills
The city steps back, replaced by the hills
There's snow on my heart and snow on my pills
The season is long and this season kills
Don't you ever think that you might love me?
The season is long and I'm coming home
I captured your ghost in the throat of the phone
There's snow on my heart and snow on my pills
The season is long and this season kills
Don't you ever think that you might love me?