| I look toward the ocean see reflections on the water
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| A glossy illumination of the city lights
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| Far out in the waves is the shape of a whale
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| Hear it singing its old song like it has always done
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| It was just a dream which comes and goes
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| As do the old seasons while the wind still blows
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| As do the old seasons while the wind still blows
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| Open the door, step outside
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| Walk on the frozen ground
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| Look in the sky — a grey cloud
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| Winter is still around
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| Winter is still around
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| It will take a hundred years waiting for the summer
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| And no one just yet knows if we’ll hear the whales again
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| Nuclear winter covers the world for almost twenty years
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| All what we own are dreams and hope for the next generation
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| Open the door, step outside
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| Walk on the frozen ground
|
| Look in the sky — a grey cloud
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| Winter is still around
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| Winter is still around
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| It was just a dream which comes and goes
|
| As do the old seasons while the wind still blows
|
| As do the old seasons while the wind still blows
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| Open the door, step outside
|
| Walk on the frozen ground
|
| Look in the sky — a grey cloud
|
| Winter is still around
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| Winter is still around |