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Whoa, I hear the quiet now, |
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Of paper airplanes falling down, |
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Whoa, the branches of every tree, |
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Bend like a cathedral over me, |
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Down where the river bends, |
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everyone's waiting, |
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But that's not the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow, |
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There's a box in my hands as I go, |
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Wrapped up in scarlet and gold, |
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For you, |
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Whoa, there's a choir upon the wind, |
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Singing old familiar hymns, |
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And my ears they're playing tricks on me, |
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I can almost hear harmony, |
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Down where the river bends, that's where you're waiting, |
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You are the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow, |
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There's a box in my hands as I go, |
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Wrapped up in scarlet and gold, |
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For you (x2), |
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Down where the river bends, |
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nobody's waiting, |
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But there's still a reason for making these tracks in the snow, |
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Down at the end of the road, |
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I'll clear a place in the snow, |
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Leave this box wrapped in scarlet and gold, |
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For you (x2). |