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Words and music by |
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Roddy Frame |
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Waited winter long |
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For her sweet face |
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Sang my winter song |
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To a suitcase |
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Saw the surest thing |
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I had ever known |
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Find her own place |
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Watched my numbers turn |
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On a glass wall |
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Felt my bridges burn |
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On a last call |
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As her clear blue gaze |
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Set my heart ablaze |
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In a snowfall |
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I caught the fastest train |
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That my feet could find |
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Rode the wind of change |
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Couldn't change my mind |
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I got laid just to see |
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My reflection burning bright |
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I got paid and |
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I prayed Everything would turn out right |
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And then I sang my winter song |
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I caught the fastest train |
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That my feet could find |
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Rode the wind of change |
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Couldn't change my mind |
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I got laid just to see |
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My reflection burning bright |
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I got paid and |
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I prayed Everything would turn out right |
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And then I sang my winter song |
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And then a small voice sang inside of me |
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And for miles and miles |
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My eyes could see |
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Then everything |
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I knew Was wrong with me |
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And then a snowflake fell imperfectly |