... to my house, my house
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Like my tears on the dance floor, dance floor
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And I will freeze, hugging you
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Remembering past winter
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I'm wearing a sweater, under it is a polo
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I have rubbish - I'm like a closet
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I have a sour-sour year,
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And a party flows in it
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My area is rumpled, but everything looks neat
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Here teenagers built orders on the nine
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Since I was sixteen I have been thinking about you
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From the age of sixteen I thought about the yard
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From the age of sixteen I was like in a war:
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Fights, meetings, conversations
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"Seven Hills" all day
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And the snow keeps falling on my house, my house
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Like my tears on the dance floor, dance floor
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And I will freeze, hugging you
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Remembering past winter
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And the snow keeps falling on my house, my house
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Like my tears on the dance floor, dance floor
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And I will freeze, hugging you
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Remembering past winter
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At the age of sixteen I was spat into my heart for the first time
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I turned into ice, the music let me warm up
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I lost friends: one crashed, the other on the run
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Every day I pray for those who spent my childhood with me
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Squeezed out a hundred, only after, on the opposite side to the house
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Here COLDCLOUD is back in the building, so it will be loud
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Remember, come
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Come from me
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Fly fly fly
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One, two, three - backwater
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Your area is my fence
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Football and conversation
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Who will understand, he will understand
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The word is like a gun
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My neighborhood is my fence
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Football and conversation
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Who will understand, he will understand
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U-u-u-u-u
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And the snow keeps falling on my house, my house
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Like my tears on the dance floor, dance floor
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And I will freeze, hugging you
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Remembering past winter
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And the snow keeps falling on my house, my house
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Like my tears on the dance floor, dance floor
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And I will freeze, hugging you
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Remembering past winter
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Remembering past winter |