| A waiting game, the summer’s paused
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| Here we are, below the freezing point
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| She hides her face in the dark
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| The winter stayed stiff and stark
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| A dying name, the summer’s lost, the spring is gone
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| A waiting game, is a losing game
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| The summer’s lost, spring is gone
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| Every fall, the winter comes, the warning calls
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| The crying rain
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| The polar winds, come howling in
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| Black solar spots affect our atmosphere
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| The climate changed
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| It’s so cold
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| The climate changed
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| Ten fold
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| The climate changed
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| It’s so cold
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| The climate changed
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| Ten fold
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| The driven snow comes marching in
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| The days are short the nights too long
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| The raging storms replace the mild and warm
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| The barren fields lay sad and worn
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| The summer yields to ice and snow
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| Like a hit and run
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| The hidden sun shows no glimpse of hope
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| The sun has gone and here I mope
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| No one knows why the climate’s changed
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| No one knows all factors that fluctuate
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| The oceans cool, become an icy sphere
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| The records shows we’re in the coldest year
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| The polar winds, show no remorse
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| The summer’s gone and we are lost |