Sounds,
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the summer sun comes down.
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I can hardly see the window
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from here now.
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Here and now.
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The snow,
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in waves you'll never know,
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through this ever-changing midnight.
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Just let it go.
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Hey, on this sacred, sun-rinsed day.
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They'll sell our culture and
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they'll sell the ways, the blaming.
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Standing still, we'll fall.
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Burn this sadness from my soul, babe.
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I guess that's all.
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Fear, and the sky begins to clear.
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Through this ever-changing midnight.
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Christmas cheer.
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Christmas cheer.
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Christmas
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| Remy Zero |
