| Winterland, tell me all your secrets
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| Fill me in on your wildest moments
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| Colored trees, your yellow leaves move me
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| Doncing moves, your painted red shakes through
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| When I get there, I’ll let my feet roam
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| When I get there, I’ll break in your arms, I’ll lose control
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| When I get there, I’ll know the answers
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| Let me know, let me know when I get closer
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| Winterland, you’re my sailing ship
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| Guide me in, when you head for your trip
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| Ride out of this wicked black and into bright sand
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| Straight towards the warm sun and into his hands
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| (When I get there)
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| I’ll let my feet roam
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| (When I get there)
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| I’ll break in your arms, I’ll lose control
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| When I get there, I’ll know the answers
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| Let me know, let me know when I get closer
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| Winterland, whisper in my ear
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| Make my troubles all disappear
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| Way beyond this wicked black I feel the soft sand
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| Riding through the warm sun and in his hand
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| (When I get there)
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| I’ll let my feet roam
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| (When I get there)
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| I’ll break in your arms, I’ll lose control
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| When I get there, I’ll know the answers
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| Let me know, let me know when I get closer
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| When I get closer
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| Let me know when I get closer
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| Open up the sky for me
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| When you say I’ll dig much deeper
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| I will shout
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| Let me know when I get closer
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| Open up the sky for me
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| When you say I’ll dig much deeper
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| I will shout… Loud
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| (When I get there)
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| (When I get there)
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| When I get there, I’ll know the answers
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| Let me know, let me know when I get closer
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| When I get closer
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| When I get closer
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| Will I get closer
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| Will I get closer |