I've been outside for ten long minutes.
I'm freezing cold.
And I'm not used to all this snow,
Because when I see the snow,
It freezes me in place.
I cannot move my hands or fingers,
Or feel my face.
But you, you aren't to blame.
I will stand here until you awake,
And when you wipe that sand from you eyes, I will still be outside.
Waiting patiently,
Unless I have died.
I'll fall backwards and be buried
With those flakes that fall from the sky.
Oh, but I will ressurect a man with three coal buttons on his vest,
And those eyes as black as death,
Just to whisper in you ear
It's for the best.
It's for the best.
It's for the best.
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