Written by John Popper
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When people think of holidays they
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think of cold weather
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"Let's spend this frozen wonderland together"
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Chorus:
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not me, I'm into warmer days
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don't want to hear 'bout your winter wonderland
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I am into...I'm into warmer days
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Well frozen fingers, frozen toes,
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topped with a frozen stare
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numb your heart, and you numb
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your mind, pretend that
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you don't care
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Chorus
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Well say what you want about Santa Claus
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go on ahead do your thing
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and solace yourself in your righteous cause
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while you're holding out for spring
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Chorus
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When you were young you walked to school
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uphill both ways in freezing rain
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and when I'm frozen in solid ice
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how dare I even complain
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Not me, but I'm into warmer days
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don't want to hear 'bout your winter wonderland
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I am into, I'm into warmer days
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...don't want to hear 'bout your winter wonderland, I am into
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I'm into warmer days
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Warmer Days
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Joan Osborne |