| Clear the path through the unusual snowfall
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| Hands are cold; |
| our hearts warm in the wet snow
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| Ask me if I still believe in Santa Claus, well
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| Santa Claus is a very fine fellow
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| When we reached that frozen lake
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| Thought it looked like it was strong enough to stand on
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| Held your hand as we softly took the first step
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| Ignoring cracks, but at least we’re strong swimmers
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| We’d be walking on water in the summer
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| Held our ground through low clouds and dark skies
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| Clothes are damp, and our skins cold to the touch, touch
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| Asked ourselves if we still believe in old tales
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| Stories come and go but they come from somewhere
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| When we jumped through that frozen lake
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| I thought the fire was a lovely thing to lean on
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| Kissed your cheek and said «darling we’re strong swimmers but
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| If I go down you’d better call Holly to save me»
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| We’d be buried in the water in the summer
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| We’d be leaning on lake tides and lilies
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| We’ve got the biggest hearts
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| And a big love
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| And we’re all strong swimmers
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| We’ve got the biggest hearts
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| And a big love
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| We’ve got the biggest hearts
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| And we’re all
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| And we’re all
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| And we’re all
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| Strong swimmers |