| Holding my breath again
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| Think something could be happening
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| This feeling is welcoming
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| To these lucky days
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| 'Cause you’ve taken me by surprise
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| And all my scenery and senses are amplified
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| So I say
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| Hello winter, singing hello blue
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| I’m stepping outside wearing my summer shoes
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| Into a new life on the other
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| Side of this hill
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| Pick up the rusty colours of something real
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| Let go and freewheel
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| Let go and freewheel
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| I was losing steam
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| A hollowed heart inside routine
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| The pain peeling from all of my childhood dreams
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| From gold to grey
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| But you’re every word untyped
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| All the tangled memories are caught up inside
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| Now I say
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| Hello winter, singing hello blue
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| I’m stepping outside wearing my summer shoes
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| Into a new life on the other
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| Side of this hill
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| Pick up the rust, no point in us standing still
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| Let go and freewheel
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| Let go and freewheel
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| Now you’ve pulled these broken arrows from my side
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| My inhibitions liberated and bright
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| Let’s escape these narrow corridors tonight
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| And just freewheel
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| Let go and freewheel
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| Hello winter, singing hello blue
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| I’m stepping outside wearing my summer shoes
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| Into a new life on the other
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| Side of this hill
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| Pick up the rusty colours of something real
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| Let go and freewheel
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| Let go and freewheel
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| Let go and freewheel
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| Let go and free |