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Shut your eyes and think of somewhere
Somewhere cold and caked in snow
By the fire we break the quiet
Learn to wear each other well
And when the worrying starts to hurt
and the world feels like graves of dirt
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you can imagine this place, you're our secret space at will
Riff
Shut your eyes, I spin the big chair
And you'll feel dizzy, light, and free
And falling gently on the cushion
You can come and sing to me
And when the worrying starts to hurt
and the world feels like graves of dirt
*G#
you can imagine this place, you're our secret space at will
(Shut your eyes [x4])
Shut your eyes and sing to me (Shut your eyes and sing to me) [x4]
by Yalle Prado