| We used to marvel at the way the snowflakes looked
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| Under the setting sun until we (were) getting numb
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| But could we find the two that matched like me and you?
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| Well I won’t answer that 'cause there’s no chance of that
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| But now come on girl, it’s not really cold when it snows
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| Get outside, it’s not really cold when it snows
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| I still love you, it’s not really cold when it snows unless you’re underdressed
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| We used to marvel at the way houses looked back
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| When they had peaks of white and endless seas of lights
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| And trees without their leaves had led us to believe
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| The wind and heartless cold had frozen lightning bolts
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| And their arms reach out to the dancing snowflakes
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| They spin like kids skating on frozen lakes
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| And they know that it’s not really cold when it snows unless you’re underdressed
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| And we could keep our books on how the snowflakes looked
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| Under the setting sun until we’re getting numb
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| But could we find the two that matched like me and you?
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| Well I won’t answer that 'cause there’s no chance of that
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| But now come on girl, it’s not really cold when it snows
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| Get outside, it’s not really cold when it snows
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| I still love you, it’s not really cold when it snows unless you’re underdressed |