| Where did you go
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| When the snow fell that year
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| You were inside these wooden walls
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| Like a bear
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| Eager child for the end in your lair
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| For the end of the year
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| And that old familiar fear
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| Creeps up your little arms
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| And runs through your veins
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| Like blood through your songs
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| Like blood through your songs
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| Like blood through your songs
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| And then summer came
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| And he wore you like a charm
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| And you knew yourself
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| That what had come
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| Would soon be gone
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| Well sometimes in your burrowed hole
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| You love to be the pawn
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| Always moving on
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| Oh where did I go
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| When the rains fell that year
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| We were inside that wooden house
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| Like a bear
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| Eager child for the end to be near
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| For the end of the year
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| And then winter came
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| And I wore him
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| Like a charm
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| And we knew that what had come
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| Would soon be gone
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| Well sometimes in my burrowed hole
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| I feel it coming on
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| Always moving on
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| An island is always alone
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| And you were breaking yours with a stone
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| So I took you home to a bastion
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| A hurricane by any other name
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| So I took you home and I crashed you
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| A hurricane in your veins |