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It's cold and snow's actually on the ground of this no-snow town |
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And instead of cars, street's trafficking in sleds, men become boys again |
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And there's a war on the corner with no guaranteed winner |
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It's just a snowfall of snowballs, evidence of the winter |
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And I can feel my hands again, we're almost home |
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It's 2 p.m and our snow is falling still |
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As our good city lay still and our friends are packed |
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Around some no-smoking bar warming on alcohol |
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We step into the silence, yeah and we step slowly and quiet |
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All boys come on and girls join up, just don't grow old |
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All boys come on and girls join up, we're almost home |
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This is all we want, time to be with us, a home to lift the cold |
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Still cold, the snow's turning into rain and melting away |
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And all these days slip by us, so let's keep them |
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All boys come on and girls join up, just don't grow old |
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All boys come on and girls join up, we're almost home |
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All boys come on and girls join up, just don't grow old |
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All boys come on and girls join up, we're almost home |
