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Wait till the snow falls down on the doorstep |
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Wait till the branches make cracks on the sky |
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Wind at your window, screams while you sleepy |
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You live near your fire as the winter blows by |
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Wait till the sidewalk shivers the beggars |
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Robbed in their blankets they try to hang on |
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Light from the street lane seems to shine better |
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After the autumn has been here and gone |
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God help the lost and lonely, |
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God help the poor |
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Cold days and ice nights only |
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Hard times for sure, hard times for sure |
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Wait till the winter makes it all brittle |
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Colors all fade and the earth seems to die |
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Black chimneys coughing, landlords are hiding |
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No one can find them, it's useless to try |
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Wait till the river freezes up solid |
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Way up the line and the boats are all stuck |
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Gray and the gambler tries to make sense, he's |
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Far from his home and he's down on his luck |
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God help the lost and lonely, |
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God help the poor |
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Cold days and ice nights only |
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Hard times for sure, hard times for sure |
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Dancers and snow queens, handsome and lovely |
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Skate on the lake and fall deeply in love |
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Silver skates gliding, faces all glowing |
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Smooth and warm fingers and thumbs and their gloves |
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God help the lost and lonely, |
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God help the poor |
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Cold days and ice nights only |
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Hard times for sure, hard times for sure |
