| White page, an empty field of snow
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| My room is 25 below
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| This cold man chasing ghosts
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| A road lies underneath a buried boat
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| Dogs search the under forest
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| We scour the empty streets
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| The fact remains until we find you
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| Our lives are incomplete
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| Do I hear laughters through a veil of snow and ice?
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| Where could you be on such a lonely winter's night?
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| I can't stop thinking about you
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| I can't stop wanting you this way
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| I can't face dreaming without you
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| That's why I'm searching night and day
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| This heart's a lonely hunter
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| These hands are frozen fists
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| I can't stop thinking about you
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| I don't care if you exist
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| Do I hear laughter from behind this veil of midnight?
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| What are you hiding in the frozen heart of winter?
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| Somewhere a church bell tolls
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| I know you're close, your scent still warm
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| And then your trail turns cold, cold, cold
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| I can't stop thinking about you
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| I can't stop wanting you this way
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| I can't face living without you
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| That's why I'm searching night and day
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| This heart's a lonely hunter
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| These hands are frozen fists
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| I can't stop thinking about you
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| I don't care if you exist
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| Do I hear laughter in the silence of the snow?
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| I know you're hiding in this frozen heart of winter
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| A midnight church bell tolls
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| I know you're close, your scent still warm
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| Then the trail turns cold, cold, cold
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| I can't stop thinking about you
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| I can't stop wanting you this way
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| I can't face living without you
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| That's why I'm searching night and day
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| This heart's a lonely hunter
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| These hands are frozen fists
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| I can't stop thinking about you
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| I don't care if you exist
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| I can't stop thinking about you
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| I can't stop wanting you this way
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| I can't face living without you
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| I can't stop wanting you |