Ice age
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Don't cry baby
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'Cause we'll ride it where it goes
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And we¡¯ll dress up for the cold
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There¡¯s gonna be nice days
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In the ice age
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And I learned when I was in school
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It only moves an inch or two
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Every other day
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So I think we¡¯ll be okay
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There's gonna be nice days
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In the ice age
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And there's little left to say
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That our love won¡¯t melt away
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So have another glass of wine
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And I think it will be fine
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There's gonna be nice days
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In the ice age, oh yeah
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And the saddest thing would be
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Is if you up and said to me
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That you're tired of running scared
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And you really don¡¯t care
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About the ice age, baby
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So maybe we lie down
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And we kiss there on the ground
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As we're taken by the ice
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And in fact it might be nice
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There's gonna be nice days
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In the ice age
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And in ten thousand year's time
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When we¡¯re found there still entwined
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In a near-eternal kiss
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That would impress the scientists
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There's gonna be nice days
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In the ice age
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OHhhhhhhhhh
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Ice Age
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| Hawksley Workman |
