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(S. Barreilles) |
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Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum |
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Bum bum, bum bum bum bum |
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Bum bum, bum bum bum bum |
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This is my winter song to you |
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The storm is coming soon |
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It rolls in from the sea |
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My voice, a beacon in the night |
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My words will be your light |
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To carry you to me |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love |
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They say that things just cannot grow |
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Beneath the winter snow |
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Or so I have been told |
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They say we're buried far |
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Just like a distant star |
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I simply cannot hold |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love alive? |
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This is my winter song |
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December never felt so wrong |
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Cause you're not where you belong |
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Inside my arms |
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Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum |
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Bum bum, bum bum bum bum |
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Bum bum, bum bum bum bum |
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I still believe in summer days |
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The seasons always change |
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And life will find a way |
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I'll be your harvester of light |
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And send it out tonight |
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So we can start again |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love alive? |
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This is my winter song |
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December never felt so wrong |
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Cause you're not where you belong |
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Inside my arms |
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This is my winter song to you |
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The storm is coming soon |
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It rolls in from the sea |
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My love a beacon in the night |
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My words will be your light |
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To carry you to me |
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[x4] |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love alive? |
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Is love alive? |