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Reeve Oliver - Your Own Private Ice Age lyrics
Suddenly I'm a cold front Who put out the fire When I said I was on it Was I just a liar One chance to please me And I get queasy This isn't easy And you swore it would be But as I get older These hands that hold her Are growing colder Over the shoulder Where do you think you are going? And what gives you the right When two hands are held together Which hand holds too tight |
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