my unkept promises, like footprints in the snow
so bright, their marks, I'm hoping they'll blow over
some are forgotten, but of course I know
and others hang around, a bad hangover
my unkept promises, like footprints in the snow
so bright, their marks, I'm hoping they'll blow over
some are forgotten, but of course I know
and others hang around, a bad hangover
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