Winter has me in it's grip
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think I'll take a summer trip
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on a sunny sailing ship
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where the shells lie in the sand
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I feel so lonely
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I'm to young to feel this old
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I need you and you only
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when the weather gets this cold. That's why
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Winter has me in it's grip
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think I'll take a summer trip
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on a sunny sailing ship
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where the shells lie in the sand
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There's no use in going
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cause it's cold inside my heart
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and it's always snowing
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since the day we broke apart.
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Winter has me in it's grip
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think I'll take a summer trip
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on a sunny sailing ship
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where the shells lie in the sand.
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I tried to run from winter
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like this spring and summer run to fall
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But when the weather's in you
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there's no hiding place at all, that's why
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Winter has me in it's grip
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think I'll take a summer trip
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on a sunny sailing ship
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where the shells lie in the sand.
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Winter Has Me In Its Grip
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| Don McLean |
