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
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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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
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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This is my winter song
|
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
|
The storm is coming soon
|
it rolls in from the sea
|
My love a beacon in the night
|
My words will be your light
|
to carry you to me
|
Is love alive
|
Is love alive
|
Is love alive
|
Is love alive
|
Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Is love alive
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Winter Song
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| Sara Bareilles, Ingrid Michaelson |
