It's cold and snow's
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Actually on the ground
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Of this no snow town
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And instead of cars
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The streets trafficing in sleighs
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Men become boys again
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And there's a war on the corner
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With no guaranteed winner
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It's just a snowfall of snowballs
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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 P.M.
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And the snow is falling still
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As our good city waits still
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And our friends are packed
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'Round some no smoking bar
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Wanting more alcohol
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We step into the silence
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We step slowly and quiet
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All boys come out
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And girls growing up
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Just don't grow old
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All boys come out
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And girls growing 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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Come to lift the cold
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Still cold
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The snow's turning into grey
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And melting away
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And all these says slip by us
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So let's keep them
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All boys come out
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And girls growing up
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Just don't grow old
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All boys come out
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And girls growing up
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We're almost home... [x2]
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Hooray
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| Minus The Bear |
