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High on a snow covered mountain |
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From her throne she looks down at the clowns |
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Who think youth can be found in a fountain |
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High on the wings of her rhythms |
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She will smile at the guys who come on with their eyes |
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But she'll never dance with them |
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And in smoke filled rooms of electric sound |
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A legend is built around... The Snow Queen |
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You may believe you're a winner |
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But with her you'll soon bite the dust |
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And discover you're just a beginner |
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You may not think you're a loser |
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But in mid-air you'll be hung while |
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You trip on your tongue |
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And it'll only amuse her |
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In the morning haze you are frozen there |
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Caught in the icy stare of The Snow Queen |
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No my friend she doesn't want what you're selling |
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Oh, my friend there must be a place you can hide |
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And into the night you'll fade knowing you lost the game |
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And that's just how she got her name of The Snow Queen |
