| So I managed to make myself cold
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| Just like I wanted to
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| So I managed to be buried in snow
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| I thought that wearing white
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| Would make me good
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| Bring out my eyes
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| I thought virtue could be mine
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| We already know that there’s no rock
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| To buy the things we need to live
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| So we must open our mouths
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| And close our eyes, and tilt back our heads
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| And lift up our arms
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| Traveling north to winter nights
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| Was how I planned on getting pure
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| And frozen white, soft and snakey northern lights
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| I stood, and yes, I managed
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| To wash my face there in the snow
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| Clean the crud from my eyes
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| And gasp and see dawn
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| The first rays of light coming over the hill
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| Clearly belted out.
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| Let’s get out of the romance
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| Let’s get out of the romance
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| But still I had my hopes
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| Of how picturesque I would be
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| Watching the sunrise, so the sun surprised
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| It was on the other side. |
| I gasped
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| I turned and re-opened my eyes
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| And felt size rise
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| To clear and towering words
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| I sang along…
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| Let’s get out of the romance
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| The sweetness in the world looks so gross in that disguise
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| Let’s get out of the romance
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| The sweetness in the world looks so gross in that disguise
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| Let’s get out of the romance
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| There’s only one way
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| Let’s get out of the romance
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| Say «Goodbye» and «No»
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| Let’s get out of the romance |