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When all is white; |
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No more red blood will flow |
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When all is frozen; |
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There'll be no more tears of woe |
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Locked in winter's deadlock grip |
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I shall be pleasantly helpless |
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Ending forever the feverish boil |
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A wreck, no longer reckless |
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Snow falls like frozen tears |
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As if the gods they were crying for me |
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But I guess there are no more gods |
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We are alone on this wild, raging sea |
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If the shipwrecked beats hole in his lifeboat |
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How can he expect to be saved |
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Guess that nobody cares |
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So we might as well go to our graves |
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When all is white; |
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No more red blood will flow |
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When all is frozen; |
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There'll be nomore tears of woe |
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Snow falls without; snow falls within |
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It's colder now; than it's ever been |
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Inner lands gleaming white |
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Will there be day after night |
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Snow falls without; snow falls within |
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It's colder now; than it's ever been |
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Cover me in oblivion's frost |
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Erase the traces of what was lost |
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Caught in apathy's claws |
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Longing to travel but nowhere to go |
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Say nothing, do nothing |
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Longing for caring but no one to hold |
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Don't know how long I can handle |
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This urge to blow out the candle |
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Feel like growing rapidly old |
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And now it's so cold |
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When all is white; |
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No more red blood will flow |
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When all is frozen; |
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There'll be no more tears of woe |
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Snow falls without; snow falls within |
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It's colder now; than it's ever been |
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Inner lands gleaming white |
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Will there be day after night |
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Snow falls without; snow falls within |
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It's colder now; than it's ever been |
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Cover me in oblivion's frost |
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Erase the traces of what was lost |
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I'll lay down on these softly rounded hills |
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This winter's day |
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And when sun returns |
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With the snow I'll melt away |
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Snow falls without; snow falls within |
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It's colder now; than it's ever been |
|
Inner lands gleaming white |
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Will there be day after night |
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Snow falls without; snow falls within |
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It's colder now; than it's ever been |
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Cover me in oblivion's frost |
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Erase the traces of what was lost |
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I'll lay down on these softly rounded hills |
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This winter's day |
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And when sun returns |
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With the snow I'll melt away |
