| Look, look at the way it turns
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| The wind, nothing will make it learn
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| See, the snow on it’s lonely ride
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| Watch, gently they all collide
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| Touch, place your hands on the frozen ground
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| Caress, the eyes of this cold cold land
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| Feel, there’s nothing to feel anymore
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| Numb, I’m bitterness to the choir
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| Turning it back to me
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| Turning it back to you
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| Moving it back and forth
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| Stuck in the frozen north
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| Look, look at the way it burns
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| Nothing, nothing will make us learn
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| Feel, the grasp on my cold cold hand
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| Alone, the eyes of this cold cold land
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| Turning it back to me
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| Turning it back to you
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| Moving it back and forth
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| Stuck in the frozen north
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| Turning it back to me
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| Turning it back to you
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| Moving it back and forth
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| Stuck in the frozen north |