its cold and snow's actually on the ground of this no-snow town.
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and instead of cars, street's trafficing in sleds.
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men become boys again.
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and there's a war on the corner with no guaranteed winner.
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its just a snow fall of snow balls, evidence of the winter.
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And i can feel my hands again.
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we're almost home.
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it's 2 pm and our snow is falling still as our good city lay still.
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and our friends are packed around some no smoking bar
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warming on alcohol.
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we step into the silence, yeah, AND we step slowly and quiet.
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All boys come on and girls join up
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just don't grow old.
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All boys come on and girls join up
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we're almost home
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This is all we want:
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Time to be with us,
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a home to lift the cold.
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Still cold, the snow's turning into rain and melting away and
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All these days slip by us
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so let's keep them.
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All boys come on and girls join up
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just don't grow old.
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All boys come on and girls join up
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we're almost home
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All boys come on and girls join up
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just don't grow old.
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All boys come on and girls join up
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we're almost home
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Hooray!
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| Minus The Bear |
