And if the snow buries my,
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my neighbourhood.
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And if my parents are crying
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then I'll dig a tunnel
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from my window to yours,
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yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
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You climb out the chimney
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and meet me in the middle,
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the middle of the town.
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And since there's no one else around,
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we let our hair grow long
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and forget all we used to know,
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then our skin gets thicker
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from living out in the snow.
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You change all the lead
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sleepin' in my head,
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as the day grows dim
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I hear you sing a golden hymn.
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Then we tried to name our babies,
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but we forgot all the names that,
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the names we used to know.
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But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
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and our parent's bedrooms,
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and the bedrooms of our friends.
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Then we think of our parents,
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well whatever happened to them?
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You change all the lead
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sleepin' in my head to gold,
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as the day grows dim,
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I hear you sing a golden hymn,
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the song I've been trying to sing.
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Purify the colours, purify my mind.
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Purify the colours, purify my mind,
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and spread the ashes of the colours
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Over this heart of mine!
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Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)
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The Arcade Fire |