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I was sleepin'. |
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If I can, I will rise with a song |
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over this frozen land... |
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There's two feet of snow since we spoke. |
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There's icicles all in a row; |
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They look like fangs about to close. |
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All of my friends are on their way. |
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I hope they drive in slow. |
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Well I hope they drive in... |
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I hope they drive in slow. |
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Oh, I don't know what to do with myself... |
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Oh, I don't know what to do with myself... |
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Oh, I shovel... |
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I shovel the drive. |
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Oh, I don't know what to do with myself... |
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Oh, I don't know what to do with myself... |
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Oh, I shovel... |
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I shovel the drive. |
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(Where's that shovel?) |
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Well there's nothin' in particular |
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that I have on my mind... |
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Snow covered pines... |
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And there's nothin' like the sound |
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of you comin' up behind; |
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Putin' your little hands over my eyes... |
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If you walk ahead... |
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I will walk in your footsteps. |
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If you walk behind... |
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You can walk in mine. |
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If you walk ahead... |
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I will walk in your footsteps. |
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If you walk behind... |
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You can walk in mine. |
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You just arrived. |
