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The Making
The snow flies lightly
The cold shiver that goes up my back
The feeling of my feet as I bounce
The numbness in my hands as I hold the mic.
The wind blowing
The lights
The cameras
Then I start to sing what I feel
The snow flies lightly
The cold shiver that goes up my back
The feeling of my feet as I bounce
The numbness in my hands as I hold the mic.
The wind blowing
The lights
The cameras
Then I start to sing what I feel