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Come inside, shut the door |
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Grab the blankets off the floor |
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Let your sneakers dry there on the radiator |
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Here we are, winter again |
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Brittle bones and prickled skin |
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All the geese have flown |
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I wish I was a hibernator |
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And tonight it's clear to me |
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How a country could secede |
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We keep close, huddle tight |
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Near the stove, blue and bright |
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While the kettle warms, how long have we waited? |
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If they took this joy away |
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Small it is, but ours today |
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Well I know, I know, I wanna be liberated |
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And tonight it's clear to me |
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How a country could secede |
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For a cup of tea |
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For a cup of tea |
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For a cup of tea! |
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Here I am, for by sea |
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They took our bombs to take our tea |
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We will ring our bells to warn of their arrival |
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We keep close, huddled tight |
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Me and you, we'll be alright |
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And this tea for two will aid in our survival |
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And tonight it's clear to me |
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How a country could secede |
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For a cup of tea! |
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For a cup of tea! |
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For a cup of tea! |
