First light city streets they are white, pristine

Waiting on the tracks of the early machines

This city is so pretty when the snow falls just at dawn

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Hey paper boy how about them Celts

This snow keeps falling, think it’s never gonna melt

This city is so pretty

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Got a cup of coffee, a Sunday Globe

A table by the window, watch the plows in the road

This city is so pretty

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From ships in the night, good sailors from the sea

Walk the streets at dawn down on Beacon Street

This city is so pretty

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They are so far from home

Snow is deep

And the road is long

Snow is deep

And the road is long

They are so far from home

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There's a stranger on the street

He is way out of sorts

He says hey mister I’ve come up short

You got any change

The Lord loves a giver I believe

It's small change to a stranger

Change on the street

Change to a man

Thought he’d never get beat

Well there's a thousand ways

A man in the snow gets lost

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They are so far from home

Snow is deep

And the road is long

Snow is deep

And the road is long

So far from home

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There's snow upon the ocean

There's snow upon the land

Talk about forgiveness

Help me understand

Why I hold on tight

I do not let go

I walk these streets 

I am frozen in snow

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First light city streets are white, pristine

They're waiting on the tracks of the dirty machines

First light city streets are white, pristine

They are waiting

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