| My hands are crackin?
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| The blood won’t run
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| The ice will keep it all inside
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| All we got left is just to pray
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| The newest lines
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| Runnin' on my face have found their place to lay
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| And now I know
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| We can’t stay here
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| We gotta move
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| So we can counter-stimulate
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| Marching into the syncopated cold
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| It’s orchestrated to play till we give up
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| And just grow old
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| We’ll continue our pursuit on through the snow
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| Weather beaten we keep on keepin' on
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| It’s all we know
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| 'Cause I can see the lighthouse
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| We can see the lighthouse
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| My skin is slackin?
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| The pigmentation
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| Provin' life is on the line
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| Change the diet to better play
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| These games
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| They really do you in
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| When you’re makin' up
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| Your own rules
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| We’re thrown the pitches that curve
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| But we’ll stand up tall
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| And live intimidating life
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| The coast will clear up
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| The sun will beat down on our chest
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| And we’ll win the right to
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| Help our friends
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| With more than two tied hands and cold feet
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| We’ll stimulate
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| Marchin' into the syncopated cold
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| It’s orchestrated to play till we give up
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| And just grow old
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| We’ll continue our pursuit on through the snow
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| Weather beaten we keep on keepin' on
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| It’s all we know
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| Stimulate
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| Marchin' into the syncopated cold
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| It’s orchestrated to play till we give up
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| And just grow old
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| We’ll continue our pursuit on through the snow
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| Weather beaten we keep on keepin' on
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| It’s all we know
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| Weather beaten
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| Weather beaten
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| We keep on keepin' on
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| It’s all we know
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| 'Cause I can see the lighthouse
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| We can see the lighthouse |