| Genevieve wakes up to the cold that she created
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| There’s a winter in her mind
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| Though outside the snow has faded
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| And the sun is bright
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| But she’s bundled up tight
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| Hands deep in her pockets
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| She walks, she doesn’t talk much
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| To the people that she passes
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| They wave, but she just looks away
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| And so it goes everyday
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| Genevieve, are you lonely?
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| Cornered in your walls of stone
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| Genevieve, are you lonely?
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| You don’t have to go alone
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| Genevieve, no you don’t
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| See Genevieve feels different
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| She swears no one would understand
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| The world the way she sees it
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| A frosty, bitter no-man's-land
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| No one to hold her hand
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| But when someone approaches
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| The ice queen in her mittens
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| Well, she thinks of all the times
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| Someone left her heart frost-bitten
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| So she shakes off the warmth
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| And gives in to the storm
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| If you take my hand
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| We can rewrite your song
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| Or just melt it in the water
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| Before it could be sung
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| But you’re looking out for reasons
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| Why you can’t trust anyone
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| Genevieve, won’t you please open up and feel the sun? |