Still night, nothing for miles,
White curtain come down,
Kill the lights in the middle of the road
And take a look around.....
It don't help to be one of the chosen
One of the few, to be sure
When the wheels are spinning around
And the ground is frozen through, and you're
Driven, like the snow
Pure in heart
Driven together
And given
Away to the west
A white dress
?il the river don't run
A black dress
Looking like mine
?il the sun don't shine no more
Where the sky meet the ground
Where the street fold round
Where the voice you hold don't
make no sound, look
Snow on the river and two by two
Took a lot to live a lot like you, I don't
Go there now, but I hear they sung
Their
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