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Start
running - Billy's on his way |
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On the
wind Jack Frost sails -
harbinger of the seasons |
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And Rupert
now has a task at hand
It's Billy they must find |
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All the
way to Lava Land they ride the skies and seek the prize - |
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Send
Billy running home again
to King Frost's land in shame |
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They
ride the skies on Christmas night -
they find him in the storm |
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And burn
him there with Tommy's heat, the guards will take him home |
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Keep
running - Billy hasn't lost |
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A war
of kin - the cousins clash
Rupert sides with Jack Frost |
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A friend
he must stand by in pain
so Billy they restrain |
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In the
night Jack shelter seeks
The storm descends once more |
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And Billy's
out there beyond reach
Through the storm they fly |
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They
ride the skies on Christmas night to make him pay
for the storms he made |
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Billy
runs from the war inside -
from Jack and Rupert's wrath |
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Even
in the end, winter wallows on |
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Stop
running - Christmas is here |
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Billy's
gone, Billy's gone |
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Relax
and make a snowman |