| Shut your eyes and think of somewhere
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| Somewhere cold and caked in snow
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| By the fire, we break the quiet
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| Learn to wear each other well
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| And when the worrying starts to hurt
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| And the world feels like graves of dirt
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| Just close your eyes until
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| You can imagine this place
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| Yeah, our secret space, at will
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| Shut your eyes, I’ll spin the big chair
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| And you’ll feel dizzy, light and free
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| And falling gently on the cushion
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| You can come and sing to me
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| And when the worrying starts to hurt
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| And the world feels like graves of dirt
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| Just close your eyes until
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| You can imagine this place
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| Yeah, our secret space, at will
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| Shut your eyes
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| Shut your eyes
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| Shut your eyes
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| Shut your eyes
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| Shut your eyes and sing to me
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| (Shut your eyes and sing to me)
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| Shut your eyes and sing to me
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| (Shut your eyes and sing to me)
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| Shut your eyes and sing to me
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| (Shut your eyes and sing to me)
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| Shut your eyes and sing to me
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| (Shut your eyes and sing to me) |