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I found an iceberg floating in my soul.
It was always there until the sun went up my hole,
to find a little warmth from the cold, cold world,
to find a little warmth from the cold world.
On the ice, I skidded and swirled,
until my toes curled up around the idea that I’m a boy and you’re a girl.
I found a house falling down inside your head.
I picked up a brick and made sugar flow from my head.

It’s hard to know what I mean when you’re so damnably sweet.
I miss you like madness and happy feet.
The feet that danced, skipped and skated,
every time we interrelated.

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