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Packing on the layers and headed to the hills for the season |
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Shaking off the shackles of the city and forgettable days |
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And relishing the simple joys of fire |
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Forget about the sticky apartments all is lost on the haze |
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But oh, |
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We'll glide on frozen water |
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Tumble down mountains made of snow |
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We've been breaking resolutions and promises for most of the year |
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My love you're still smoking, I'm never parting ways with the beer |
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Every night we stumble home together |
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Take longer and longer as our favorite constellations appear |
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Oh, |
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Well glide on frozen water |
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And move into the hills of Gatineau |
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We can stay up every night |
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As the city's slowly buried in the snow |
