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It's cold out but I don't mind it |
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I'm making a fire |
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Out of what I might find here |
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The old and the dying |
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We don't want them coming in |
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No! |
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Their heavy machinery |
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Messing up our young thinking |
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All night long |
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Now I'm here |
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And you're here |
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We're here! We're here! |
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It's cold out |
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It's bitter winter |
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We're making a fire |
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Amidst the spitting winds |
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Our eyes all be wild |
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And our hearts, |
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Hear our hearts beat higher! |
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We have such an appetite! |
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And I can be kind and kinder |
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I'll be kind all night |
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Now I'm here |
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And you're here |
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We're here! We're here! |
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The wind and the woods are warring |
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They're fighting the brightest fight |
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But oh no, now don't you worry |
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I'll be kind all night |
