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Winter's in you |
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It sneaks out your mouth |
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Like the snake spits poison |
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You decide what comes out |
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There's ice on the path |
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To your dangerous house |
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Your heart plays the owl |
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Mine plays the mouse |
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Your heart beats cold |
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And holds |
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The night shines red |
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Against the light |
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It's a matter of time |
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'Til time's not the matter |
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'Til all of us mad hatters |
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Decide to wear our hair when we go |
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Out there... |
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It's fine in passing |
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When it comes with the rest |
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Yours lasts all year |
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The winds howl in your chest |
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Frost makes bones brittle |
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And soon you will break |
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And hiss your last curse |
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When there's no love left to take |
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Your heart beats cold |
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And holds |
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The night shines red |
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Against the light |
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It's a matter of time |
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'Til time's not the matter |
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'Til all of us mad hatters |
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Decide to wear our hair when we go |
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Out there... |
