| Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| This is my winter song to you
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| The storm is coming soon
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| It rolls in from the sea
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| My voice, a beacon in the night
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| My words will be your light
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| To carry you to me
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| Is love alive?
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| Is love alive?
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| Is love
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| They say that things just cannot grow
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| Beneath the winter snow
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| Or so I have been told
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| They say we’re buried far
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| Just like a distant star
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| I simply cannot hold
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| Is love alive?
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| Is love alive?
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| Is love alive?
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| This is my winter song
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| December never felt so wrong
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| Cause you’re not where you belong
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| Inside my arms
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| Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum, bum bum bum bum
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| I still believe in summer days
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| The seasons always change
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| And life will find a way
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| I’ll be your harvester of light
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| And send it out tonight
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| So we can start again
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| Is love alive?
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| Is love alive?
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| Is love alive?
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| This is my winter song
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| December never felt so wrong
|
| Cause you’re not where you belong
|
| Inside my arms
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| This is my winter song to you
|
| The storm is coming soon
|
| It rolls in from the sea
|
| My love a beacon in the night
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| My words will be your light
|
| To carry you to me
|
| Is love alive?
|
| Is love alive?
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| Is love alive?
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| Is love alive? |