| Oh Isabella, it’s starting to snow
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| And I wanna know when it covers the ground
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| So send me a message, show me a sign
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| Radiate in time to the shimmering sound
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| Daylight, I’m ready for daylight
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| I’m ready to trade my darkened eyes for the glitter prize
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| It’s never enough to be giving it all
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| When you’re drawn by the call of the siren you serve
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| Now there’s promise for keeping and miles to go
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| Before the sunrise show that I wanna see, I wanna deserve
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| Daylight, I’m ready for daylight
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| I’m ready to praise your heaven skies when the curtains rise
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| Daylight, I’m ready to play right
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| I’m ready to trade my darkened eyes for the glitter prize
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| Every time, every time, every time you’re around
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| Daylight, daylight
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| Every sight, every sound, every time you’re around
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| Fireworks reflecting on your icy flow like a fever below
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| And I can’t break free of the glow and the gleam
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| Touché Isabella, you were always the queen of the dramatic scene
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| Now I want to shout, I want to scream
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| Daylight, I’m ready for daylight
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| I’m ready to praise your heaven skies when the curtains rise
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| Daylight, I’m ready to play right
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| I’m ready to trade my darkened eyes for the glitter prize
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| Daylight, I’m ready for daylight
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| I’m ready to praise your heaven skies when the curtains rise
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| Daylight, I’m ready to play right
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| I’m ready to trade my darkened eyes for the glitter prize
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| For the glitter prize, for the glitter prize
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| For the glitter prize, for the glitter prize |