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Today the first snow went to see the ground |
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The white and innocent to watch and learn |
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In silent houses quiet christmas trees |
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stand sadly wrapped in electricity |
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Na na na na na na |
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The smell of winter makes me sick for love |
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It brings back memories from another world |
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Streets full of strangers stories unheard |
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six hours back across the ocean |
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Calling me pretty names, New York |
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Flattering me way too much, New York |
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Romance is in the air, New York |
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I wanna be a part of you, New York |
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For this kind of hunger there is no word |
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This kind of rage that doesn't know how to |
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make itself heard |
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A universe expanding out of hand |
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drawn towards its hollow black surroundings |
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Sing me your final call, New York |
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No need to tease me more, New York |
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My heart ain't where I'm at, New York |
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I wanna be a part of you New York |
