Cold Mornings are Like the Feeling
Bracing against the February frost
Huddling with the junkies just after dawn
Smoking left-over cigarettes
Shivering against the cold
Romancing the war and battles lost
Waiting for methadone and coffee
Wearing other peoples' clothes
Thinking other peoples' thoughts
Finding a coat with no buttons, two sizes too large
Losing a soul with no fabric, two sizes too small
The air smells like tobacco and despair
Huddling with the junkies just after dawn
Smoking left-over cigarettes
Shivering against the cold
Romancing the war and battles lost
Waiting for methadone and coffee
Wearing other peoples' clothes
Thinking other peoples' thoughts
Finding a coat with no buttons, two sizes too large
Losing a soul with no fabric, two sizes too small
The air smells like tobacco and despair
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