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The frost, that perfect cold wind blowin' across your face
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It's not the kill, it's the thrill of the chase
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It's like being in bed with the girl of your dreams
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Or eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream
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Well you can kick me in the knee with your ski or your boot
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Well that's cool when you have our roots
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This is something that I will always cherish
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Can't escape the fact that skiers must perish
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SMP
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| Goldfinger |
