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Hands shiver cold cant grip the stick Back frozen sore can't turn and swing.. Legs turn to ice can't walk the green.. Soul feels numb can't feel the rhythm..
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
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Hands shiver cold cant grip the stick Back frozen sore can't turn and swing.. Legs turn to ice can't walk the green.. Soul feels numb can't feel the rhythm..
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
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