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And if the snow buries my... |
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My neighborhood |
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And if my parents are crying, |
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Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours |
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Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours |
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You climb out the chimney |
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And meet me in the middle |
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The middle of the town |
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And since there's no one else around, |
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We let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know |
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Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow |
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You change all the lead sleeping in my head |
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As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn... |
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Then, we tried to name our babies |
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But we forgot all the names that, |
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The names we used to know |
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But sometimes, |
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We remember our bedrooms and our parent's bedrooms and the bedrooms of our friends |
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Then we think of our parents... |
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Well, whatever happened to them?! |
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You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold |
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As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn |
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It's the song I've been trying to sing... |
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Purify the colors, purify my mind |
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Purify the colors, purify my mind |
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And spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine! |
