| On a midnight survey of the town
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| No place special, just around
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| The snow fell down like feathers from the sky
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| Oh and all the good people were in their beds
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| With the reading lamps on overhead
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| And the curtains drawn against the night
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| Oh quiet now, softly now
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| Careful how you go
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| House to house to garden gate
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| People waiting on buses have left too late
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| Too late now, they’re wishing they were home
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| It gets slippery here so watch your step
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| We don’t wanna break the spell just yet
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| The ice is thin, but maybe it’ll hold
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| Ooh etc
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| On a midnight survey of the town
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| No place special, just around
|
| The snow fell down like feathers from the sky
|
| Oh and all the good people were in their beds
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| With the reading lamps on overhead
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| And the curtains drawn against the night |