| The old man knows very well
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| Going down by the snowbank, there’s a mound
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| A mound that an old man knows good
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| Look who raises his shoe all over this mound
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| Right over the world that’s another rewind
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| And it’s time, time, time for the last rewind
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| For a broken old man and a world unkind
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| He buried all his memories of home
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| In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground
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| No one knows how far he traveled
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| Oh! |
| I heard he walked miles from the little mound
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| Can he find some shelter?
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| He doesn’t know to behold what the cold frost can do
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| And at last till he realized he’d circled back around
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| Round a back circle, round a back realized
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| And it’s time, time, time for the last rewind
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| For a broken old man and a world unkind
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| He buried all his memories of home
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| In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground
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| Ice is all he was made of
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| The bitter blue, and frozen through
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| He went over to the mound
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| Reclining down his final thoughts
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| Were drifting to the time this life had shined |