| They beat you up, they force you down against the snow
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| Sun’s been further and the snow has benn harder
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| You know the sky’s been greyer before
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| You know the winter has been colder
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| You know, 'cause you know those winters so well
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| All the parents and the kids are erased by the snowflakes
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| But you hear their trembling voices
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| They’re gathering in the haze
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| And the fists and bony elbows force you
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| They beat you up so badly this time
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| But you know the darkness has been darker before
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| And that the shadows have been shorter
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| You know 'cause you know those winters so well
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| You remember all those winters
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| The snow drifts under your back
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| The blizzard is making tears in your eyes
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| And the strokes bruisers in your face
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| Soon, I guess, the summer comes around
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| From time to time it’s better to be beaten up in the backyard
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| When the sun sets with a pink sky above |