| A winter’s day, a bitter snowflake on my face
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| My summer girl takes little backward steps away
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| Jack Frost took her hand and left me, Jack Frost ain’t so cool
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| Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
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| Sell me a coat that’s red or gold
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| Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
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| Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold
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| And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away
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| Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday
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| See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand
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| Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
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| Sell me a coat that’s red or gold
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| Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
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| Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold
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| See my eyes, my window pane
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| See my tears like gentle rain
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| That’s the memory of a summer day
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| Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
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| Sell me a coat that’s red or gold
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| Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
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| Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold
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| Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
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| Sell me a coat that’s red or gold
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| Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
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| Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold |