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When the sun is gone it's surely not forgotten
It's surely not forgotten by the likes of me.
Though the leaves may die the tree survives to blossom
So why does this way of life want more from me

So why does it have to hurt when it's...

So when the season comes to pray
God take Mother to her grave
In an endless frigid bitter boiling sea.
I know what kind of son hopes someone
With the gun puts a bullet through her brain
'Cause I'm that bitches bitter hateful seed
That's me

So why does it have to hurt when it’s cold?
Why does it have to hurt when it’s cold?
Why does my skin burn off its bones?
Why does it have to hurt when it’s cold?

So then I started losing days around November
And then I folded to the grey winter's coat
'Cause the things that hurt the worst that I remember
They seem to only show their face when it is cold

And then I start to bleed
Because it’s up to me
And then I start to believe
That I don't wanna be anymore

So why does it have to hurt when it’s cold?
Why does it have to hurt when it’s cold?
Why does my skin burn off its bones?
Why does it have to hurt when it’s home?

Why couldn't we stay in church like we were told?
Why does it, why does it, why does it hurt when it’s cold?

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