And if the snow buries my My neighbourhood And if my parents are crying Then Ill dig a tunnel From my window to yours Yeah a tunnel from my window to yours You climb out the chimney And meet me in the middle The middle of the town And since theres no one else around We let our hair grow long And forget all we used to know Then our skin gets thicker From living out in the snow You change all the lead Sleepin in my head As the day grows dim I hear you sing a golden hymn Then we tried to name our babies But we forgot all the names that The names we used to know But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms And our parents bedrooms And the bedrooms of our friends Then we think of our parents Well what the hell ever happened to them?! You change all the lead Sleepin in my head to gold As the day grows dim I hear you sing a golden hymn The song Ive been trying to sing Purify the colours, pure inspire my mind Purify the colours, pure inspire my mind And spread the ashes of the colours Over this heart of mine!
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