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Windows, three long years to go |
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Winter, strung out and she knows |
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A case of ice and snow |
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Flat out, nowhere left to go |
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Summer, sunshine, time to grow |
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Spun 'round, hold down |
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A case of ice and snow |
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Visions gone, illusions, my decisions |
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And the walls begin to break down |
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Left me here alone |
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I'm cold and I spun 'round, spun 'round |
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Visions gone, illusions, my decisions |
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And the walls begin to break down |
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Left me here alone |
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I'm cold and I spun 'round |
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A case of ice and snow, spun 'round |
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A case of ice and snow, spun 'round |
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A case of ice and snow, spun 'round |
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A case of ice and snow, spun 'round |
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A case of ice and snow, spun 'round |
