| The day the sky cracked in half
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| We didn’t flinch, we knew it was coming
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| The old man with the big brown dog
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| He says sorry he’d heard the warning
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| Toast to the newly wed petrified bride
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| White knuckled grip, toes keep tapping
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| Silently praying for a change in the tide
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| To dry this place up and keep her from drowning
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| Staying up all night in ice hotels
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| Frostbite grip leaved a story to tell
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| Love got lost in that ice hotel under bear skin rugs
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| The end is all on which we can depend
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| Twisted stomach over things we don’t care for
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| It still burns to know that they’re gone
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| The hot-blooded nights, you know you’ll still pine for
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| Staying up all night in ice hotels
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| Frostbite grip leaves a story to tell
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| Love got lost in that ice hotel under bear skin rugs
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| Staying up all night in ice hotels
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| Frostbite grip leaves a story to tell
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| Love got lost in that ice hotel under bear skin rugs
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| Under bear skin rugs |