| I woke up - and it's winter in the house,
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| Cold darkness accumulated in the corners.
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| They climbed up to us through the broken windows
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| Brother Wolf and Brother Fox.
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| Forecasts prophesy one thing,
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| Frost, like a splinter, stuck in the window
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| And you, Brer Rabbit - a slanted schismatic -
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| You haven't looked at the sky for a long time.
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| Chorus:
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| Although, although, they fly across the sky
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| On rainbow parachutes, snow children.
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| They fly towards the light, but there is still no light,
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| So they don’t fly, and it turns out snow,
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| It turns out snow.
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| I woke up - there was a blizzard in the apartment,
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| Dishes and books are covered with snow.
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| It looks like they took us seriously
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| Brother Wolf and Brother Fox.
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| In their paws - all power over the country,
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| Weather, taxes, even war.
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| And you, Brer Rabbit - oblique melancholic -
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| Pressed down by the concrete winter.
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| Chorus:
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| Although, although, they fly over the world
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| On rainbow parachutes, snow children.
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| They fly towards the light, but there is still no light,
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| So they don’t fly, and it turns out snow.
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| Although, although, they fly across the sky
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| On rainbow parachutes, snow children.
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| They fly towards the light, but there is still no light,
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| So they don’t fly, and it turns out snow,
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| It turns out snow. |