| They dance with the care
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| Of snowflake flies
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| They talk all day and whisper all night
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| Is that anyway to live
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| Say goodbye
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| Accept this fate without any anger
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| Say goodnight
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| Turn out the light and close the door on your way out
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| Tiny voices inside his mind
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| They sing with the whine of Christmas time
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| An empty letter he could’ve left
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| Is that anyway to die
|
| Say goodbye
|
| Accept this fate without any anger
|
| Say goodnight
|
| Turn out the light and close the door on your way out
|
| Tiny lights dance inside his eye
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| They dance with the care
|
| Of snowflake flies
|
| They talk all day and whisper all night
|
| Is that anyway to live or die
|
| Say goodbye
|
| Accept this fate without any anger
|
| Say goodnight
|
| Turn out the light and close the door on your way out |