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Last thing i remember is the freezing cold |
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Water reaching up just to swallow me whole |
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Ice in the rigging and howling wind |
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Shock to my body as we tumbled in |
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Then my brothers and the others are lost at sea |
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I alone am returned to tell thee |
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Hidden in ice for a century |
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To walk the world again |
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Lord have mercy on the frozen man |
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Next words that were spoken to me |
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Nurse asked me what my name might be |
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She was all in white at the foot of my bed |
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I said angel of mercy i'm alive or am i dead |
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My name is william james mcphee |
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I was born in 1843 |
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Raised in liverpool by the sea |
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But that ain't who i am |
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Lord have mercy on the frozen man |
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It took a lot of money to start my heart |
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To peg my leg and to buy my eye |
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The newspapers call me the state of the art |
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And the children, when they see me, cry |
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I thought it would be nice just to visit my grave |
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See what kind of tombstone i might have |
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I saw my wife and my daughter and it seemed so strange |
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Both of them dead and gone from extreme old age |
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See here, when i die make sure i'm gone |
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Don't leave 'em nothing to work on |
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You can raise your arm, you can wiggle your hand |
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And you can wave goodbye to the frozen man |
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I know what it means to freeze to death |
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To lose a little life with every breath |
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To say goodbye to life on earth |
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To come around again |
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Lord have mercy on the frozen man |
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Lord have mercy on the frozen man |