Letra de White Winter Hymnal - Birdy
White Winter Hymnal
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I was following the, I was following the
I was following the, I was following the
I was following the, I was following the
I was following the, I was following the
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin in the snow
And I turned round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summertime
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin in the snow
And I turned round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summertime
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin in the snow
And I turned round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summertime
White Winter Hymnal
por Birdy
I was following the, I was following the
I was following the, I was following the
I was following the, I was following the
I was following the, I was following the
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin in the snow
And I turned round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summertime
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin in the snow
And I turned round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summertime
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin in the snow
And I turned round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summertime
