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Britain is experiencing extreme cold, people are freezing to death in their vehicles. Heat pumps don't work in extreme cold the only thing that works is burning coal.
She wore a black tiara, rare gems upon her fingers And she came from distant waters, where northern lights explode To celebrate the dawning, of the new wastes of winter Gathering royal momentum on the icy road
With chill mists swirling, like petticoats in motion Sighted on horizons for ten thousand years The lady of the ice sounds, a deathly distant rumble Titanic breaking children lost in melting crystal tears
Oh, sunshine, take me now away from here I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove And the turntable spins, as the last waltz begins And the weather man says, something's on the move
Capturing black pieces in a glass fronted museum The white queen rolls on the chessboard of the dawn Squeezing through the valleys, pausing briefly in the corries The ice mother mates and a new age is born
Oh, sunshine, take me now away from here I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove And the turntable spins, as the last waltz begins And the weather man says, something's on the move
Driving all before her, un-stoppable, un-straining Her cold creaking mass follows reindeer down Thin spreading fingers seek, to embrace the sill warm bundles That huddle on the doorsteps of a white London town
Oh, sunshine, take me now away from here I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove And the turntable spins, as the last waltz begins And the weather man says, something's on the move
She wore a black tiara, rare gems upon her fingers She came from distant waters, where northern lights explode To celebrate the dawning, of the new wastes of winter Gathering royal momentum on the icy road
Oh, sunshine, take me now away from here I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove And the turntable spins, as the last waltz begins And the weather man says, something's on the move
