| When winter comes along, don’t wash away my tears
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| On a snow covered roof I’ll cry, moulding my own icicles
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| Waiting for my enemy to come, don’t cross your fingers this time
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| I can handle this mission on my own, with black eyes and night vision goggles
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| I’ll lie in wait here
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| When winter comes along, don’t wash away my tears
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| They’re hanging from the eaves, the weight of sorrow, pierces your misdeeds
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| Waiting for my enemy to come, don’t cross your fingers this time
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| I can handle this mission on my own, with black eyes and night vision goggles
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| I’ll lie in wait here, the weight of sorrow, pierces your misdeeds
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| Pierces your misdeeds |