Winter Gloves
Winter Gloves - Ending Soon lyrics
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I tiptoe to the room. It's my addiction to the room. All the things that I wrote, all the things that I wrote, they all waste your time. They all waste your time. I skip the greetings on the scene. The are never any thrill. All the things that I wrote, all the things that I wrote, they all waste your time. They all waste your time. I tiptoe to the room. I try to reach you before this cruel act. But all the things that I wrote, all the things that I wrote, they all waste your time. They all waste your time. It's always a bad time. It's always a bad time. It's always a bad time. It's always a bad time.