| Yesterday you fell out of the sky
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| Covered all my faults up, just like snow
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| You turned this place into a Winter Wonderland
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| I barely recognise who or where I am
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| My heart melted at your touch:
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| Turned into slush
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| This substance does not belong in a city
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| Just as snow cannot stay on the ground for long
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| The gritters come and they turn it all to slush
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| ‘Cos folks round here, well they’ve got to catch the bus
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| My heart melted at your touch, yeah:
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| Turned into slush
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| Ohhh yeah…
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| My heart melted at your touch:
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| Turned into slush
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| And if I could, I would refrigerate this moment
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| I would preserve it for all time
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| And I know I don’t stand a snowball in Hell’s chance
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| So let’s sing ‘Auld Lang Syne'
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| Sing it out, sing it out, now!
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| My heart melted at your touch:
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| Turned into slush |