| B | F#7 | B | | Oh, the | weather out | side is | frightful, |
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| Ddim | F#7 | | But the fire is | so de | lightful, |
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| C#m | Ab7 | C#m | | And | since we've no | place to | go, |
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| F#7 | B | | Let it | snow, let it snow, let it | snow. |
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| B | F#7 | B | | It | doesn't show | signs of | stopping, |
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| Ddim | F#7 | | And I brought some | corn for | popping. |
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| C#m | Ab7 | C#m | | The | lights are turned | way down | low, |
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| F#7 | B | | Let it | snow, let it snow, let it | snow. |
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| | | F# | | | When we | finally kiss good night, |
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| | | Abm7 | C#7 | F# | | | How I'll | hate going | out in the | storm, |
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But if you really hold me tight, |
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| | | Ab7 | C#7 | F#7 | | | All the | way home | I'll be | warm. |
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| B | F#7 | B | | The | fire is | slowly | dying, |
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| Ddim | F#7 | D | Fdim | A7 | | And, my dear, we're | still good | bying, | | | |
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| C#m | Ab7 | C#m | | But as | long as you | love me | so, |
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| F#7 | B | | Let it | snow, let it snow, let it | snow. |
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