| Walking in my sleep
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| Like the naked trees
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| Will they wake up again?
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| Do they sleep? |
| Do they dream?
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| Feel it as the wind strokes my skin
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| I am moved by the chill
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| Hear the winter bird sing
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| My tears are always frozen
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| I can see the air I breathe
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| But my fingers painting pictures
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| On the glass in front of me
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| Lay me by the frozen river
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| Where the boats have passed me by
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| All I need is to remember
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| How it was to feel alive
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| Silent things, violent chase
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| We are dancing again
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| In a dream by the lake
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| Ah…
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| My tears are always frozen
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| I can see the air I breathe
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| But my fingers painting pictures
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| On the glass in front of me
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| Lay me by the frozen river
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| Where the boats have passed me by
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| All I need is to remember
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| How it was to feel alive
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| Rest against my pillow like the aging winter sun
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| Only wake each morning to remember that you’re gone
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| So I drift away again
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| To winter I belong
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| Ah…
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| My tears are always frozen
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| I can see the air I breathe
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| But my fingers painting pictures
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| On the glass in front of me
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| Lay me by the frozen river
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| Where the boats have passed me by
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| All I need is to remember
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| How it was to feel alive
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| My tears are always frozen…
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| All I need is to remember
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| How it was to feel alive
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| I need to remember
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| How it was to feel alive |