| A little gray around the crown
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| A little hint of slowing down
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| She puts on some old evening gown
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| And dances alone
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| Years are hazy and days are slow
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| The seasons come and the reasons go And while the wind and memory blows
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| She turns to stone
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| Sayin'
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| Blow on, blow on chilly wind
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| Go ahead and blow
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| Blow on chilly wind
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| Just let the chilly wind blow
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| Yeah let the chilly wind blow
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| Down the halls that whisper names
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| Through the walls and the picture frames
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| It’s not just old in here
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| It’s swirling underneath the door
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| And all around the cabinet drawers
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| It’s getting pretty cold in here
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| But I say
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| Blow on, blow on chilly wind
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| Go ahead and blow
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| Blow on chilly wind
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| Just let the chilly wind blow
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| Let the chilly wind blow
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| And the chilly wind will blow
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| I took a walk down by Shaker Square
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| A Christmas tree was standing there
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| That same old chill was in the air
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| And I buttoned up my overcoat
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| I thought of things that change and things that don’t
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| How they say some folks will and some folks won’t
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| But I say
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| Blow on, blow on chilly wind
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| Go ahead and blow
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| Blow on chilly wind
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| Just let the chilly wind blow
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| Let the chilly wind blow
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| And the chilly wind will blow
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| Said you must blow on, Mama
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| Blow on chilly wind
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| You must blow on |