| Surfing the snow
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| Are you ready for
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| A revolution to show the way
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| Seven whole weeks until the day
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| Because heartbreak’s coming to bend us the wrong way
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| Praise us, memory will change it into old things
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| Doesn’t matter what’s tripping you out, there’s ways to go
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| This is where we get carried away enough to start again
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| While hearts beat
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| It’s nothing like before
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| Dreaming is the home of the brave
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| Future is the healing of pain
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| Because heartbreak’s coming to bend us the wrong way
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| Praise us, memory will change it into old things
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| Doesn’t matter what’s tripping you out, there’s ways to go
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| This is where we get carried away enough to start again
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| Like a cannonball shot across the floor
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| We have found a way through the darkest hour
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| Like a cannonball shot across the floor
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| We have little time for worry
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| Doesn’t matter what’s tripping you out, there’s ways to go
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| This is where we get carried away enough to start again |