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It's another iced kind of day |
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Minnesota's gonna freeze my dreams away. |
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Sittin' on the freeway wondering if I'm ever gonna get back. |
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Taking one step through the door, |
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The tension's gonna rip our skin and bones apart. |
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Lookin' for a fast fight stirring up the dead of winter. |
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And no, this is not a show, it's not everything you think you know. |
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I'm depleted, and without the answers. |
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And I, I won't compromise, I won't say that everything's alright |
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When I'm broken and without direction |
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So why don't you and I, just forget about the time. |
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And sit back down and think about the here and now. |