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Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum |
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Bum bum bum bum bum bum |
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Bum bum bum bum bum bum |
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This is my winter song to you. |
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The storm is coming soon, |
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It rolls in from the sea |
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My voice; a beacon in the night. |
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My words will be your light, |
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To carry you to me. |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love They say that things just cannot grow |
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Beneath the winter snow, |
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Or so I have been told. |
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They say were buried far, |
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Just like a distant star |
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I simply cannot hold. |
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Is love alive? [x3] |
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This is my winter song. |
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December never felt so wrong, |
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Cause you're not where you belong; |
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Inside my arms. |
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Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum |
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Bum bum bum bum bum bum |
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Bum bum bum bum bum bum |
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I still believe in summer days. |
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The seasons always change |
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And life will find a way. |
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Ill be your harvester of light |
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And send it out tonight |
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So we can start again. |
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Is love alive? [x3] |
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This is my winter song. |
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December never felt so wrong, |
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Cause you're not where you belong; |
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Inside my arms. |
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This is my winter song to you. |
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The storm is coming soon |
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It rolls in from the sea. |
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My love a beacon in the night. |
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My words will be your light |
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To carry you to me. |
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Is love alive? [x17] |
