| It’s always nice to look out the window
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| And see those very first few flakes of snow
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| And later on we can go outside
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| And create the impression of an angel
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| That just fell from the sky
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| When Februrary rolls around I’ll roll my eyes
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| Turn a cold shoulder to these even colder skies
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| And by the fire, my heart, it heaves a sigh
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| For the green grass waiting on the other side
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| It’s always winter, but never Christmas
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| It seems this curse just can’t be lifted
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| Yet in the midst of all this ice and snow
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| Our hearts stay warm 'cause they are filled with hope
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| It’d be so nice to look out the window
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| And see the leaves on the trees begin to show
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| The birds would congregate and sing
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| A song of birth, a song of newer things
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| The wind would calm and the sun would shine
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| I’d go outside and I’d squint my eyes
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| But for now I will simply just withdraw
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| Sit here and wish for this world to thaw
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| It’s always winter, but never Christmas
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| It seems this curse just can’t be lifted
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| Yet in the midst of all this ice and snow
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| Our hearts stay warm 'cause they are filled with hope
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| And everything, it changed over night
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| This dying world, You brought it back to life
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| And deep inside, I felt things shifting
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| Everything was melting away (Oh, away)
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| And You gave us the most beautiful of days
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| Cause when it’s always winter, but never Christmas
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| Sometimes it feels like You’re not with us But deep inside our hearts we know
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| That You are here and we will not lose hope |