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How I'd like to run away |
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Oh how I'd love to go |
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Then I think maybe I will stay |
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And just wait for the snow. |
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To wipe the year from off the page |
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I'll pretend I did not know |
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But I remember all the words |
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And the memory well it won't go |
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No it won't go |
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How I'd like to up and fly |
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Almost anywhere |
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But I don't have the nerve to try |
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And you think that I'd never cared |
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So I'll wait until the snow has gone |
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Yes I think maybe I'll stay |
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For I really don't know where I'd run |
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And running's not that's not my way |
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No it ain't my way. |
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How I'd like to run away |
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Oh how I'd love to go |
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Then I think maybe I will stay |
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And just wait for the snow. |
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To wipe the year from off the page |
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I'll pretend I did not know |
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But I remember all the words |
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And the memory well it won't go |
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No it won't go. |
