| Hold her steady
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| Dancing in snow
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| I’ll give her everything I own
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| And more, I know
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| She’s so shy, it’s starting to show
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| The morning’s early light
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| It grows in silence
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| Her hair is turning white with snowy diamonds
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| I feel like every second counts as hours
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| As we roll into emotion
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| The ribbon’s red and the bride is white
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| But Jezebel knows it’s not all right
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| A carriage ride on a moonlit road
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| She’s hiding him in the name of love
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| Jezebel is waiting only I know
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| Through the stain glass window
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| Her face is colder
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| She’s been down to see the ocean liners
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| Feels that silence sleeps in the horizon
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| Watch your step as you run away
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| To Hollywood on your wedding day
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| Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
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| Jezebel thought she’d make it there
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| Thought she’d make it there
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| Hold her steady
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| Dancing in snow
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| I’ll give her everything I own
|
| And more, I know
|
| She’s so shy, it’s starting to show
|
| The morning’s early light
|
| It grows in silence
|
| Her hair is turning white with snowy diamonds
|
| I feel like every second counts as hours
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| As we roll into emotion |