Pull up the blindsOpen the door wideFeel the cold arriveIn my bonesPut on my faceThe way I dressed todayFeel like you tonightOn my dayFalling little moreYou bumped and crashed in dirty snowUp to our sin, I might as wellMelt into SundayCourtesy of liriklagu.asiaRemember the timeWe stood there by the lakeWatching boats and wavesPretty white cloudsThe sun will sweatIn fact the song beginsTrees are
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