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Winter tells its truth to anyone who'll listen |
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It will whisper to you slowly when the light is low |
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I will sit and wonder over everything I've written |
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And still not know |
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The smell of pine and nursery rhymes is rising |
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There are some things that are broken and some things to hold tight |
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To the few brave birds of the season who are sky writing |
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Shine your light |
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'Cause there's a drunken angel |
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Dances to my heart |
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Singin' lonely days |
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Brand new start |
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Brand new start |
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And now is the time I will raise my eyes and be honest |
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And look out across the plane of another tired and reckless year |
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And give thanks for the love and the wonder that was hurled upon us |
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And you, my dear |
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And a drunken angel |
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Dances to my heart |
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Singin' lonely days |
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Brand new start |
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Brand new start |
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You can hear the howl of wings, you can feel it when the wine is flowing |
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And the tired and the lonely lay down their weary heads |
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And baby, sometimes the beauty in this world comes from just not knowing |
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Feeling instead |
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Feeling instead |
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Feeling instead |
