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The Winters In New York - Hurricane Bells

How can I begin to say

The thoughts that're in my head

When other sh*t gets in the way

The words are never clear

How can my mind just try to understand myself

And every song just leaves you more alone

And when you're done

Will those songs lead you home

The winters in New York are hell

With bitterness and cold

This would really suit me well

At least as I recall

I remember all the times in California shines

And every song just leaves you more alone

And when you're done

Will those songs lead you home

Right on home