This is My Hometown
The crisp air in my hair
Chilly winds blowing everywhere
Your head and hands go numb
This is my hometown
The feel of the soft powdered snow
Snowmachines and honda’s on the go
The Northern lights are constantly a flow
This is my hometown
Little icicles growing everywhere
The roads as smooth as ice
Finally the sun starts to appear
This is my hometown
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