10 o clock and her life quick going
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Wasn't long till it started snowing
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In the end southern wind will be blowing around
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Lone bird on a perch nearby
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Saw something and it come untied
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Then shivered just to pick that she aimed toward the sky
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Rip down that matterhorn
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What's wrong with the safe and warm
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What's wrong with the perking tea at night
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Up high in the friendless wind
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Tears frozen upon decem
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Rip down that matterhorn again
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There's a hand written no hero
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And the pocket of a cold down cold
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On the body of the one who has left our world
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And in the note there is a love protest
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And some apology about some mess
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But she won't be reading those words too soon
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Rip down that matterhorn
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What's wrong with the safe and warm
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What's wrong with the perking tea at night
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Up high in the friendless wind
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Tears frozen upon decem
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Rip down that matterhorn again
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Up high in the frightening sky
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What's wrong with a quiet night
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Rip down that matterhorn again
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Matterhorn
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| Jason Lytle |
