| Snow
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| It won’t be long before we’ll all be there with snow
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| Snow
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| I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow
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| Snow
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| I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow
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| Snow
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| Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow
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| Where it’s snowing
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| All winter through
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| That’s where I want to be
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| Snowball throwing
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| That’s what I’ll do
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| How I’m longing to ski
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| Through the snow-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Those glist’ning houses that seem to be built of snow
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| Snow
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| Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow
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| What is Christmas with no snow
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| No white Christmas with no snow
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| Snow
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| I’ll soon be there with snow
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| I’ll wash my hair with snow
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| And with a spade of snow
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| I’ll build a man that’s made of snow
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| I’d love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye
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| Go to sleep
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| And dream
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| Of snow |