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 were 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? [x3]
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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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Ill 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? [x3]
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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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Is love alive? [x17]
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Wintersong
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| The Canadian Tenors |
