| You were so smart then
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| In your jacket and coat
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| My softest red scarf was warming your throat
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| Winter was on us
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| At the end my nose
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| And I’ll never love England more than when covered in snow
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| But a friend of mine says it good to hear
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| That you believe in love even if said in fear
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| Well I’ll hold you there brother and set you straight
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| I only believe true love is frail and willing to break
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| I will come back here, bring me back when I’m old
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| I want to lay here forever in the cold
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| I might be cold but I’m just skin and bones
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| And I’ll never love England more than when covered in snow
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| I wrote my name in your book
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| Only God knows why
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| And I bet you that He cracked a smile
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| And I’m clearing all the crap out of my room
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| Trying desperately to figure out what it is that makes me blue
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| And I wrote an epic letter to you
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| And it’s 22 pages front and back but it’s too good to be used
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| And I tried to be a girl who likes to be used
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| I’m too good for that, there’s a mind under this hat
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| And I called them all and told them I’ve got to move
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| I’m out now
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| It’s too hard
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| I’m on my own
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| It’s too hard
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| Feel like running
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| Feel like running
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| Running off
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| And we will keep you
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| We will keep you, little one
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| Safe from harm
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| Like an extra arm, you are a part of us
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| You were so smart then
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| In your jacket and coat
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| My softest red scarf was warming your throat
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| Winter will leave us
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| Left the end of my nose
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| Well goodbye old England until next years snow |