The ice age is slowly coming/
But you never felt so hot before/
You don’t know what to do/
So you just do it even more/

When chopping trough the ice/
Remember me as the prize/
Who never learnt the meaning/
But always took the advice/

You got to take the whole thing/
Always going so much faster/
Yelling for the pickaxe/
To avoid the worst disaster/
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You were freezing all along/
The icy hours from noon to dawn/
Slipping and sliding towards the ground/
But the bottom there was never found/

Red skies could make you smile/
Leaning back with poison in hand/
You wanted to stay here for a while/
But the poles is always an exile/
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The everlasting summer/
Waiting for the snow/
Putting away the coat/
And getting on with the show/

I was under the surface/
Of the slippery gilded trap/
Waiting for your hand/
To pull me trough the gap/

The ice age’s the place for you/
Where no one comments your style/
And you can sing to yourself/
But non will see you smile/
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