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It's warm outside |
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But I can hear the snow |
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Falling on my window |
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I had to go away |
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To somewhere deeper down |
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I know it's my mistake |
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To take off out of this town |
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And June becomes |
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July This road's on fire |
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And my train's running slow |
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It rains against my window |
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I had to get away |
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To somewhere no-one knows |
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I know it's my mistake |
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To take off now in this way |
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And June becomes |
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July The air is thin |
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When you're above the clouds |
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I see them from my window |
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It's strange to get away now |
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To somewhere no-one goes |
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I know it's my mistake |
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But I don't even know now |
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And June becomes |
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July And June becomes |
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July |