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There is no shuffle |
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There is no shuffle here |
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Here on the |
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North Pole |
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On this quiet dome |
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Sunshine on crystal |
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And milky walls of ice |
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All seem so fragile |
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Under the polar sky |
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Cold in head |
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But warm in the heart |
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You could find pleasure |
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You could find displeasure |
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There is no sound here |
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But the rumbling waves |
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Of the polar sea |
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I know this anger burning inside of you |
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And I'm afraid |
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I can feel it too |
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I know this anger burning inside of you |
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There is an ice-floe between you and me |
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This is the place |
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This is the only place |
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Cold in the head |
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Warm in the heart |
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There is no shuffle |
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There is no shuffle here |
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Here on the |
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North Pole |
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On this quiet dome |
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Remember what they said |
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You've got to go ahead |
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Always ahead |
