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Is it true that winters tend to leave you bruised?  And out in the sun does it sting more than it should?  It's like I'm in a new place, all I see are new faces Even the ones I've known for years, treat me like an outsider And did I cling onto the wings of hope In the hope that they may carry me home?  Yes I did  Yes I believed in every story that comforted me And if you're not the kind of man Who thinks that all it takes is faith to survive Then what's the point And maybe I fell prey to every scam And maybe I've lost who I am But at least I've still got some hope left in me And maybe it doesn't take too much To fix the leaks and mop it all up At least I've still got enough hope to see That being a mess means you were once clean Is it true what they say frostbite does to you?  Sinks its teeth in like you're an apple, immediately ruined But you spat me out like old food left out to rot Can't you see that at least you had something ...