| Snow was falling all night long
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| like Christmas waiting up
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| But on this night no was born
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| No silver spoon or cup
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| The roses die, the lovers cry
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| Remember what I told you
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| Be careful not to sell your soul
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| To the devil that you know
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| Come down, like falling rain
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| Dim the picture
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| Change the story
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| Look back, but don’t forsake
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| Time will follow
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| Boots of immigration
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| Up the years, down through time
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| Spring ahead or fall behind
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| The blood runs deep, the blood runs cold
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| Between the chords of rock & roll
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| I have traveled far and wide
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| I’ve seen the eyes of death
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| Something you can’t leave behind
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| Just something to transcend
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| Come down, like falling rain
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| Dim the picture
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| Change the story
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| Look back, but don’t forsake
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| Time will follow
|
| Boots of immigration
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| Up the years, down through time
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| Spring ahead or fall behind
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| The blood runs deep, the blood runs cold
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| Between the chords of rock & roll
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| Some have gone, some remain
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| Some will go against the grain
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| Let it burn, let it shine
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| All across the great decline
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| Boots of immigration
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| Another nation as it stands
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| Boots of immigration
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| Another nation as it stands
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| Boots of immigration
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| Another nation as it stands
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| Boots of immigration |