Dashing though the snow,
On a pair of broken skies
Through the hills we go
Crashing through the trees
The snow is turning red
I think I lost my head
Better call an ambulance
Cause I think I might
Be dead.

Dashing though the snow,
On a pair of broken skies
Through the hills we go
Crashing through the trees
The snow is turning red
I think I lost my head
Better call an ambulance
Cause I think I might
Be dead.
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