Bad things happen.
Bad people arrive
Going for years and years
We all learn to survive.
Surviving is not living.
We all need to know,
As we watch and wait,
The snow,
Snow
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When The Bad Things Come
Bad things happen.
Bad people arrive
Going for years and years
We all learn to survive.
Surviving is not living.
We all need to know,
As we watch and wait,
The snow,
Snow
