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The footprints over the snow |
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The fabric of all the lonely |
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C-Covering only |
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The fables and hands |
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The rest is out in the cold |
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Holding the last of the season |
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F-F-F freezin' Yeah |
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My my my heart like a kick drum |
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My my heart like a kick drum |
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My my heart like a kick drum |
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My love like a voice. |
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We're walkin' in to the fields. |
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We're walkin in to the forest. |
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The moon is before us. |
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Up above |
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We're holdin' hands in the rain |
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S-sayin' words like I love you |
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D-d-d'you love me? Yeah |
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My my heart like a kick drum |
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My my heart like a kick drum |
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My my heart like a kick drum |
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My my love like a voice |
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Mother Mary heard us approaching her door |
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Although we didn't make a sound. |
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There's nothing like finding gold |
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Within the rocks hard and cold |
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I'm so surprised to find more |
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Always surprised to find more |
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I won't look back anymore |
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I left the people that do |
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It's not the chase that I love |
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It's me following you. |
