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I don't remember what it was likeTo go back homeI only know it was cold and whiteand I was aloneWon't you tell me howI can see you nowtell me whyeverybody trieseverybody liesUnderneath the trees tonightwhere little men sleepall that snow will turn to whitewhile their lovers creepCHORUSYou should live in Dave's vanin Sunnyland Parkand count the little daysturning into darkCHORUS From Letras Mania