White Apple Tree - Snowflakes Lyrics
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Snowflakes
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What Are The Lyrics For Snowflakes By White Apple Tree?
Feeling like I know the words
Of a song I haven't wrote A song of love, a song of hope A song that guides me down this road A snowflake falls unto my cheek As I wake up from a distant sleep I stand up dazed as I look around What is this place that I have found? Feeling like I know the words Of a song I haven't wrote A song of love, a song of hope A song that guides me down this road The wind it chills as it fills the sky The neighbors smile as I walk by It is all so calm in this cold night air Where the people sing without care Though I know not where I step I follow you until the death Though I know not where I step I follow you Feeling like I know the words Of a song I haven't wrote A song of love, a song of hope A song that guides me down this road Feeling like I know the words Of a song I haven't wrote A song of love, a song of hope A song that guides me down this road Feeling like I know the words Of a song I haven't wrote A song of love, a song of hope A song that guides me down this road Feeling like I know the words Of a song I haven't wrote A song of love, a song of hope A song that guides me down this road |
Who Wrote Snowflakes By White Apple Tree?
Dino Fekaris, Jason Hariston, Rufus Moore, Nick Zesses
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What's The Duration Of The Snowflakes By White Apple Tree?The duration of Snowflakes is 3:55 minutes and seconds. |
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