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I'll go to my snowy north hideout
Things there to stay hidden underneath snow
In sleep my mind travels to this place
[?] white and I wanna stay there
In sleep
My snowy north hideout
[?] infants
With the sweetest [?]
It was you in slumber
Now I just wanna go there
When there's trouble
[slowed and pitched down] Inside