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I was following the, |
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I was following the, |
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I was following the, |
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I was following the, |
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I was following the, |
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I was following the, |
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I was following the, |
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I was following the, |
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I was following the pack, |
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All swallowed in their coats |
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With scarves of red tied 'round their throats |
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To keep their little heads |
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From fallin' in the snow |
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And I turned 'round and there you go. |
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And Micheal you would fall, |
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And turn the white snow |
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Red as strawberries in the summertime. |
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I was following the pack, |
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All swallowed in their coats |
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With scarves of red tied 'round their throats |
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To keep their little heads |
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From fallin' in the snow |
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And I turned 'round and there you go. |
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And Micheal you would fall, |
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And turn the white snow |
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Red as strawberries in the summertime. |
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I was following the pack, |
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All swallowed in their coats |
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With scarves of red tied 'round their throats |
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To keep their little heads |
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From fallin' in the snow |
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And I turned 'round and there you go. |
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And Micheal you would fall, |
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And turn the white snow |
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Red as strawberries in the summertime.... |
