Paroles de Snowman
3am and 7 blocks awaywe can see him sigh
and feel im sway
speaking out his frozen sympathy
penning down a sense
he doesn't feel
stroke his cheek
the man is made of snow
plain to see his eyes are merely holes
reaching out
impatient for the goal
melt my friend
a warm wind is going to blow
stroke his cheek
the man is made of snow
plain to see his eyes are merely holes
reaching out
impatient for the goal
melt my friend
a warm wind is going to blow
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