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Rapp |
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She's the snow queen |
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She knows the ways of ice |
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What they did to her in her young days |
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Wasn't often nice |
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With the sand run out before us |
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The seagulls are the chorus |
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All the sounds inside the roar |
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Must be so lonely |
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We must touch each other |
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In our blindness |
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I heard the seagulls say |
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She wears other people's clothes in magazines |
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Wears other people's images |
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That tell her what she's seen |
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My snow queen has no eyes |
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She will see me in her mind |
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All the things she's left behind |
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Must make her lonely |
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We must touch each other |
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In our blindness |
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I heard the seagulls say |
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The men who've used her spirit |
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They haven't loved her |
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The men who've used her body |
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They haven't loved her |
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My snow queen is not free |
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Touch her eyes and you will see |
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How it is that she can be so lonely |
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We must touch each other |
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In our blindness |
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I heard the seagulls say |
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It's the things we see |
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That make love hard |
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We make blessings and runaway miracles |
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In the dark |
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We must touch each other |
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In our blindness |
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I heard the seagulls say |
