When dad moved out to a frozen land
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The TV was jumping and it didn't quite feel right
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The cards they came with pictures of frozen lights
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and giant frozen sculptures
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So big right beside him
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carved out of snow
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We traveled all night
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The clouds fooled us into seeing snow
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As far as we could see
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but it was summer and the sun came up
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and never went down for two whole weeks
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My mom she cried about money and time
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and how she felt older
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I didn't understand much
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She left and I stayed
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My dad played in the bar
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I wondered if I looked like him
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He was small evevn with boots on
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He looked like an Eskimo
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and we were in Alaska
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In the airport I had seen or imagined a mural of an arctic scene
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with seals and people that seemed nicer than me
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where they smoked and talked about the dissapearing ground
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My dad was nice and seemed sorry for not being around
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He left work early and took me to a skating rink
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Where all of the kids in the world could have been
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I was scared and tall with skates on
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and my favorite jeans
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There was a boy who wanted to skate with me
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He held my hand
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and we went around
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More times I counted
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By a mural of an Arctic scene
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I was looking at my feet because
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It was perfect and the air was clean
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My dad was there
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It was summer's last eve
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and that's how I choose to remember it
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And That's How I Choose to Remember It
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| Rilo Kiley |
