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the blow came down from the hills |
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followed by snow |
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ohhh ohh |
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the snowy blow |
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i could feel far off the glow |
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and i made my way through |
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september and the next, month |
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towards the glow |
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i moved slow |
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down from the hills |
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i'm getting cold |
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buried in snow |
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(hey wake up it's me the glow |
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wake up and listen close |
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warm up and come down through the hills |
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towards the warm red lamp window) |
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i started to glow! |
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ohh oh |
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and it felt just like |
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being pulled out by the tide |
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i held on to your sides |
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we swam 'til it got light |
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cause the blue was deep and wide |
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into light our bodies glide |
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there was water in my eyes |
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we sank and we arrived |
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and found ourselves inside the light |
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the light |
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with the glow... |
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on the cold dark ocean floor |
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i felt warmth from behind a door |
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i asked to come inside |
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and the glow replied |
