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Sleeping like a snowman |
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Solid as a bucket of ice |
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Will you still remember me |
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When we're both five hundred and five? |
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Will you still need me |
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Will you still feed me |
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When we both come back to life? |
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I hope they don't forget to thaw us out |
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When we're both five hundred and five |
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I hope you're still sleeping |
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I hope you're comfortable |
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If it's already been seven lifetimes |
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Then we only have one more to go |
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Grasping at straws and desperation |
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And I know all the players when I'm dreaming |
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And I wonder if you're dreaming of me |
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Sleeping like a snowman |
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Solid as a bucket of ice |
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Will you still remember me |
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When we're both five hundred and five? |
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We were delirious and broken |
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Some parts were here, but most were gone |
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There must be a place we can continue |
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There must be a way to carry on |
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That only ice could remedy |
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Our bodies fixed as they assured me |
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Welcome to the twenty-sixth century |
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Sleeping like a snowman |
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Solid as a bucket of ice |
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Will you still remember me |
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When we're both five hundred and five? |
