High on a snow-covered mountain
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From her throne she looks down at the clowns
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Who think youth can be found in a fountain
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High on the wings of her rhythms
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She will smile at the guys who come on with their eyes
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But she'll never dance with them
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And in smoke-filled rooms of electric sound
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A legend is built around
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The Snow Queen
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You may believe you're a winner
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But with her you will soon bite the dust
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And discover you're just a beginner
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You may not think you're a loser
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But in mid-air you'll be hung while you trip on your tongue
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And it'll only amuse her
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In the morning air you are frozen there
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Caught in the icy stare of
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The Snow Queen
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No, my friend, she doesn't want what you're selling
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My friend, there must be a place you can hide
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And into the night you'll fade, knowing you lost the game
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And just how she got her name of
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The Snow Queen
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Snow Queen
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| The Association |
