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Oh, how bright, the sun of January
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Reflects upon the water under your knees
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The ripple of a thought, it came to me
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I couldn't find the reason I feel
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Oh, where are all the reasons I feel
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So dull and grey?
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Melted by the warmth of January
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I wait for the clouds
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I couldn't help myself be moody
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Oh, why is it so hard to begin? (Da da da da da)
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Like every year, it's happening (Da da da da da)
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I imagine this could be the January blues
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