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Shut your eyes and think of somewhere |
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Somewhere cold and caked in snow |
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By the fire, we break the quiet |
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Learn to wear each other well |
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And when the worrying starts to hurt |
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And the world feels like graves of dirt |
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Just close your eyes until |
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You can imagine this place |
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You're our secret space at will |
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Shut your eyes, I spin the big chair |
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And you'll feel dizzy, light and free |
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And falling gently on the cushion |
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You can come and sing to me |
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And when the worrying starts to hurt |
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And the world feels like graves of dirt |
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Just close your eyes until |
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You can imagine this place |
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You're our secret space at will |
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Shut your eyes |
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Shut your eyes |
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Shut your eyes |
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Shut your eyes |
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Shut your eyes and sing to me |
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(Shut your eyes and sing to me) |
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Shut your eyes and sing to me |
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(Shut your eyes and sing to me) |
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Shut your eyes and sing to me |
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(Shut your eyes and sing to me) |
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Shut your eyes and sing to me |
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(Shut your eyes and sing to me) |
