On a cold clear night, on a winter's day.
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When the moon was high, we were by the lake.
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How we laughed and smiled and we all held hands.
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How the wind was mild, such a perfect-
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Then we stepped and slipped on the sparkling ice.
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And she fell and tripped, we were so surprised.
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When she laid so still, couldn't move or stand.
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And we felt a chill at her soft command.
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Do you recall, her suffering?
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What we did was the very best thing.
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Under the ice is where we buried our childhood dreams
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Under the ice is where I buried... ME.
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With a growing fright and a cold dismay,
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Like a broken bird, on the ice she lay.
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Still she whispered on, till our hearts should burst
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As she begged for death knowing life is worse.
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Do you recall, her suffering?
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What we did was the very best thing.
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Under the ice is where we buried our childhood dreams
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Under the ice is where I buried... ME.
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Under The Ice
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| Hate In The Box |
