| There’s a wave of snow and it’s coming down
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| From far below it seems as if it barely makes a sound
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| And it doesn’t love, it doesn’t hate
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| It stands to deliver it’s inexorable fate
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| The world you know is ripping at the seams
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| No more days of dreaming easy dreams
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| There’s no white flag, there is no olive branch
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| It’s an avalanche
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| There’s a dark blue sky and a pale white sun
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| When the ground beneath you shifts, it’s too late to run
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| You might as well dive inside
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| And make a little room to breathe, and maybe you’ll survive
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| The world you know is ripping at the seams
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| No more days of dreaming easy dreams
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| This is not love or lust, or sweet romance
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| It’s an avalanche
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| It’s an avalanche
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| It’s an avalanche
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| She’s a dark blue sky, she’s a pale white sun
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| When the ground beneath you shifts, it’s too late to run
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| Maybe she’ll decide to let you live
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| A benefit of doubt that’s hers to give
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| It’s not just love or lust, or sweet romance
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| It’s an avalanche
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| It’s an avalanche
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| It’s an avalanche
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| It’s an avalanche
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| There’s no white flag, there is no olive branch
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| It’s an avalanche |