Pull up the blinds
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Open the door wide
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Feel the cold arrive
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In my bones
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Put on my face
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The way I dressed today
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Feel like you tonight
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On my day
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Falling little more
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You bumped and crashed in dirty snow
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Up to our sin, I might as well
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Melt into Sunday
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Remember the time
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We stood there by the lake
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Watching boats and waves
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Pretty white clouds
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The sun will sweat
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In fact the song begins
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Trees are your skin
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On my tongue
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Falling little more
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You bumped and crashed in dirty snow
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Up to our sin, I might as well
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Melt into Sunday
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Pull up the blinds
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Open the door wide
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Feel the cold arrive
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In my bones
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You, me and more
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We bumped and crashed in dirty snow
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Up to our sin, we might as well
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Melt into Sunday
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La la la la la
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La la la la la la la la la
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We know you¡¯re, you¡¯re not how it seems
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Don¡¯t have a point
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You¡¯re not there for the stay
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When I will wish you could
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Wish that you were there
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You could
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You¡¯re dying in here
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You could be here soon
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You stumble on a river
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Drew
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Goldfrapp |