| Camping next to water
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| The Fish infested slaughter
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| I feed the fishes into me
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| It’s misty within reason
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| I’m hoping I don’t freeze here
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| I fuel the fire, I feed its glow
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| But there’s no use in feeling
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| All the things I’m feeling
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| There’s no one here to feel with me
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| The second day is easier
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| Though it may be breezier
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| And the snow is falling down
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| But as the fire smolders
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| I never will grow older
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| Because I drink from Waterfalls
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| The stars above shine on me
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| I beckon them to fall on me
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| I’ll catch and save them in a jar
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| My feet a mass of blisters
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| Collecting frost on whiskers
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| As I taste the morning Dew
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| I think my mind is clearer now
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| I want you to be nearer now
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| I’m ready to come back to you
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| 'Cause there’s no use in feeling
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| All the things I’m feeling
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| There’s no one here to feel with me |