| I can see an avalanche rushing towards me
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| Something’s making that snow look so inviting
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| I can see an avalanche rushing towards me
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| I miss the safety of home, but perhaps this is what I need
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| Perhaps this is what I need
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| From all the laugh and scratch bars
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| That devalue our cards with a smile
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| From all the A-listed stars
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| That crush our weak hearts with their style
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| We’re young, we’re free
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| We’re ultimately in denial
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| That we’ll never get the flash car
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| That does forty gallons to the mile
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| What’s left to lose?
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| Were you the search or rescue?
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| I can see an avalanche rushing towards me
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| Something’s making that snow look so inviting
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| I can see an avalanche rushing towards me
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| I miss the safety of home, but perhaps this is what I need
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| Perhaps this is what I need
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| From all the footballers' wives
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| That provide only sighs and a view
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| From all the cringeworthy nights
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| Where we break down and cry for the rue
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| We’re young, we’re free
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| We’re ultimately out our minds
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| That we never get what we want
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| Without hard work and big compromise
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| I’m not bitter all the time
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| I don’t punch at airbags when there’s nothing left to fight
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| (You either stay then, or hide)
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| I can see an avalanche rushing towards me
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| I can see an avalanche rushing towards me
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| Look at that snow, are you seeing what I see?
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| I can see an avalanche rushing towards me
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| Rushing towards me
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| I can see an avalanche rushing towards me
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| Something’s making that snow look so inviting
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| I can see an avalanche rushing towards me
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| I miss the safety of home, but perhaps this is what I need
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| Perhaps this is what I need |