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So the sun blinds me with snow |
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And I step on the death-trap ice |
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Navigate the crossroads |
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Try not to die |
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And a source said |
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I'm happy but be careful |
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And a source said |
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You never let go |
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And a source said |
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Who cares just run it |
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Suits and boots snap up |
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Pull my trusted seed |
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I just made it up |
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These fools will eat it up |
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Wifi hungry man |
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I found the tunnel |
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It's cold in the shade |
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Papers rolls in folds |
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Black ink |
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To drink |
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To think |
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Extra boys calling |
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Roll roll roll it up |
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And a source said |
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I'm happy but be careful |
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And a source said |
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You never let go |
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And a source said |
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Who cares just run it |
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A spider's corpse |
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Is carried away by ants |
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Like voluntary coroners |
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Wifi hungry man |
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I found the tunnel |
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It's cold in the shade |
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This source is a liar |
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But it's all I've got |
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And I'll listen if it's bona-fide |
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Apostrophe turns to a tornado |
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Sends me running |
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Running straight to you |
