| 1989 and we’re skating to school
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| In the not-so-pleasant weather
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| Think January in your home town
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| Where Ye Olde Sierra Belle
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| Would bake for less when the temperature fell
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| Sugar, glazed, and maple bars
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| Were half-price when the ice formed upon the ground
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| So you better take that turn, at speed, like a man
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| You can’t fault the fall line for taking charge
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| Black tar, fair weather friend
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| Still you better take that hill, at speed, like a man
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| Water seals my unsteady eyes
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| And you’re blinded by the air in your eyes on the way
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| Down
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| I№m thinking 'bout Monday morning, and how I’m gonna wake
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| Up then
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| There’s a low pressure system building
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| The last night it couldn’t keep the heat in So it’s one push, two push, three push, four, and on down
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| The mountain
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| One push, two push, three push, four
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| Ye Olde Sierra Belle, I’m comin' home |