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Round 9, Week 6

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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Today she had to let him go Sinking in his dead end hole It was good many years ago But oh, how he loved he loved the smell of Snow, Colombian snow Broken windows, cut elbows Paranoia puppet shows Bloody nose and mistletoe And oh, how he loved the smell of Snow, Colombian snow Fall like a domino Drown in the undertow Fly high with vertigo Sit back and enjoy your Snow, Colombian snow There he died in his borough On the streets Canal and Ludlow It was good many years ago But oh, how he loved the smell of Snow, Colombian snow
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Start up the fire and we'll warm our hands Let us rest well before we go I'll take my shoes off and try not to panic Its all still so new to me now The winter is cold so lets close the doors I still hear them telling me to kill on command we're putting nails in our own little coffins Before we let anyone in The sound of the gunfire still makes me nervous The smell of snow after the war make me think of my fallen comrades and all of the wounded and ugliest parts of myself We're still a family, but I'll take it with me and carry the guilt to my grave we're putting nails in our own little coffins Before we let anyone in
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The day Is through silence With you It's dark And late Your dreams Await Nowhere To go The smell Of snow Lingers around stillness abounds Crisp is the sky Fresh is the night The day Is through silence With you It's dark And late Your dreams Await
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Is it Christmas yet? How many more days does Santa get? Sent a note for all my loot... Counting on the man in the big red suit! Welcome Christmas On with the show Reindeers presents Hang the mistletoe In this Christmas season Bask in the glow but we're... Waiting, waiting, waiting For the smell of the snow So we know (that it's Christmas) Smell of the snow Merry Christmas Made my list I know that chrismas is more than this Still I've been a good, good kid Good listening, u I did Ch We Love Christmas
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The smell of snow fills a winter’s night As silver ghosts float in the sky I watch them drifting in the moonlight And I see you In a moment out of time I can feel the clocks unwind And I see you This is where we used to ride Past the bricks and through the pines So much mischief in your lively eyes And you know you’re in my heart Though the dream was torn apart Now and forever you will be My shining star Standing so close in front of me And yet so far The chill in the air reveals my breath But yours was taken long ago Now I haunt all the places we used to go And I see you In a moment out of time I can feel the clocks unwind And I see you
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“It Will Be All Right” I keep pulling from the same old well Giving me peace and giving me hell The vein is strong and the water is deep Torturing and sustaining me Hurt doesn't seem to subside Nor the desire to feel alive My thoughts tend to linger on an endless sleep Hope I'll still have my soul to keep The head and the heart just can't agree If there's some way to assuage me Guns fire, the war in bloom No winners here, just an empty room Just keep telling me, that it will be all right And hold me close to you, if only for the night I'll be waiting here, if you ever change your mind the clouds will go away and let the stars shine The undertow pulls against crashing waves The roller coaster ride of every stage Treading murky waters, running out of breath A skipping stone sinks to the depths I cry out to bargain but no cards to play Relive these moments day after day Keep moving my feet just like I'm supposed to But going nowhere, not getting closer I see my breath with the smell of snow sounds of stillness, deafening echoes credence's cadence, an epic effuse A bomb-colored truth I cannot diffuse Just keep telling me, that it will be all right Come on and lie to me, you'll be my satellite I'll be waiting here, just show me a sign the clouds will go away and let the moon shine the stars will align
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Yr keyword catchphrase for the week is "the smell of snow."

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released December 28, 2015

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