| I am six feet under snow
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| And I have nowhere to go
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| The ice is thick and my feet are clamped
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| I know how my cards are stacked
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| Find the heat over a bay
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| Or in the scraps of someone’s plate
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| Guess I’ll leave it up to fate
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| It’s all I’ve got anyway
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| Gonna make it through this year
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| Gonna make it through this year
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| Gonna make it through
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| Gonna ride the bus to the other side
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| Of town, try my luck down over there
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| Where I did my best to explain
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| Nobody understands a word I say
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| Got a lot to be thankful for this year
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| But I guess you could say I’m down on my luck
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| Wonder where I will end up tonight
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| Wonder where I will get stuck
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| Gonna make it through this year
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| Gonna make it through this year
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| Gonna make it through
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| Gonna make it through |