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The smell of the stoves, without scripts without pills, burning wood makes me miss better times
So i get a pass from my counsellor, burning wood makes me miss better times
Maybe i m going in circles again, burning wood makes me miss better times, so i get a pass from my counsellor
Cause my tracks keep on filling up with snow, and the smell
maybe better but more likely it s worse
And they fade away, maybe better but more likely it s worse Overcoat, i ve been a bad case
maybe i m going in circles again
I ve been a bad case, watching the snow fall on the pines
I am an intensive out-patient, and it s new years eve, semi s from the mill
Semi s from the mill, are rolling by with freshly cut pine, i am an intensive out-patient
so i get a pass from my counsellor
and i m reading the overcoat again
And i feel just like a clerk, and they fade away, without scripts without pills
So i get a pass from my counsellor, without scripts without pills
without scripts without pills
they don t stop for black ice
Cause my tracks keep on filling up with snow, i ve been a bad case, so i get a pass from my counsellor
November was so cold coming down, leaving the lights in this mill town behind, i am an intensive out-patient
And i feel just like a clerk, i ve been a bad case
Maybe better but more likely it s worse, and the smell
And i feel just like a clerk, semi s from the mill
the smell of the stoves
They don t stop for black ice, maybe i m going in circles again, and they fade away
So i get a pass from my counsellor, and the smell
They don t stop for black ice, they don t stop for black ice
watching the snow fall on the pines
Cause my tracks keep on filling up with snow, and it s new years eve, maybe i m going in circles again
I am an intensive out-patient, are rolling by with freshly cut pine, i am an intensive out-patient
cause my tracks keep on filling up with snow