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[Kirsten]

It's warm outside,
But I can hear the snow,
Falling on my window.
I had to go away
To somewhere deeper down,
I know it's my mistake
To take off out of this town,
And June becomes July.

This road's on fire
And my train's running slow,
It rains against my window.
I had to get away
To somewhere no-one knows.
I know it's my mistake
To take off now in this way,
And June becomes July.

The air is thin
When you're above the clouds,
I see them from my window!
It's strange to get away now -
To somewhere no-one goes.
I know it's my mistake,
But I don't even know now -
And June becomes July

And June becomes July.