Half a week before the winter
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The chill bites before it comes
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And I'm a child of the pleasure
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Daddy brings before he runs
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He sits behind a desk of mahogany
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He whispers dreams into my ear
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And though I've givin him his empire
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He delivers me my fear
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The unicorns are riding high
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Powerful in coats of white
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I turn to look and burn my eyes
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I carry on, I carry all the weight of empty promise
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As I stand swallowed by the light
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Flickering above the highway
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I hold my head and know the streets are mine tonight
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The vampires are growing tired
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The coats of white all turn to red
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My heart burns with desire
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I carry on, I carry on
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The unicorns are riding high
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Powerful in coats of white
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We turn to look and burn our eyes
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I carry on, I carry
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The vampires are growing tired
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The coats of white all turn to red
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My heart burns with desire
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I carry on, I carry on
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I carry on
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I carry on
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We carry on
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Winter
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| Vanessa Carlton |
