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Winter Act 2 - The White Buffalo
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Winter Act 2 The White Buffalo

Winter Act 2 - The White Buffalo
With winter comes the change
She's always right on time
Trouble’s all the same
How it echoes in my mind
Repeating words of doubt and shame and fear
Hoping I have enough to make it through the year

It's like a stick-up in my brain
Punch drunk and paralyzed
Maybe I need the pain
There's some truth inside these lies
Reaching, but I can’t hold the cold hands of time
Too many curious questions that I'll never find

Maybe I don't care
Maybe I can't care no more
Maybe I don't feel
Maybe I can't feel no more
Oh, mother, hold me, squeeze me tight
Say you love me, tell me it will be all right

Mom is much too far away
I have to hold myself this time
Well, this bleak and slow decay
It's my sentence and my crime
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