summer snowstorm blinding me
my eyes have turned to grey
no one stands a chance of finding me
but my feet still know the way
ive bled for you, ive died for me
my lips have nothign left to say
ive wandered through an endless storm
and blown all my thoughts away
ive tasted snow as bitter as my love
but its all sweet today
so take your time and follow me
my feet still know the way
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