| And if the snow buries my, my neighbourhood
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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 I’ll dig a tunnel from my window to yours
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| And 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
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| And forget all we used to know
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| Then our skin gets thicker
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| From living out in the snow
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| You change all the lead
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| Sleeping in my head
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| As the day grows dim
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| 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, we remember our bedrooms
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| And our parent’s bedrooms
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| 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
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| Sleeping in my head to gold
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| As the day grows dim
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| I hear you sing a golden hymn
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| The song I’ve been trying to sing
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| Purify the colours, purify my mind
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| Purify the colours, purify my mind
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| And spread the ashes of the colours
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| Over this heart of mine |