| The snow won’t stick to the weeping willows
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| The cold air won’t blow open the windows
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| You’ve made it through the storm this far
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| You can do this, dear, it won’t be hard
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| Well…
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| The snow won’t stick to the weeping willows
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| There will be tomorrow
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| The sun will light a sea of sorrow
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| Tonight it set and took our friend
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| I could do one thing, I’d bring him back
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| Snow won’t stick to the weeping willows
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| Summer was painted on our skin
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| And those secrets hidden in our childish lips
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| They would die for a kiss
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| Fall was always left in your eyes
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| Just a fleck of yellow light
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| Like the sunrise
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| Like the twilight
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| [Summer was painted on our skin
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| And those secrets hidden in our childish lips
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| They would die for a kiss
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| There will be tomorrow
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| The sun will light a sea of sorrow
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| Tonight it set and took our friend
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| I do admit, I’d bring him back
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| Snow won’t stick to the weeping willows ] (Repeat x2) |