We love the snow.
We love to walk on the fire.
And walk undefeated.
With the head held low.
For sure.
To cross out the fire and cull out the spirit.
Feet and shoulders.
When you cross out denial.
And call out the spirit.
Weight has spoken.
When you light out the fire
Your words are conceited
We love the snow.
We love to walk on the fire.
And walk undefeated.
With the head held low.
For sure.
Do you cross out the fire and cull out the spirit?
Feet and shoulders
When you cross out denial
And call out the spirit?
Weight has spoken
When you light out the fire
Your words are conceited.
There's something about the rhythm in the world to defend.
There's something about the rhythm in the love to begin.
There's something about the rhythm in the world to defend.
There's something about the rhythm in the love to begin.
Feel my love day looted
Feel my love day looted
There's something about the rhythm in the world to defend.
There's something about the rhythm in the love to begin.
We love the snow.
We love to walk on the fire.
And walk undefeated.
With the head held low.
For sure.
To cross out the fire and cull out the spirit.
Feet and shoulders.
When you cross out denial.
And call out the spirit.
Weight has spoken.
When you light out the fire
Your words are conceited
There's something about the rhythm in the world to defend.
There's something about the rhythm in the love to begin.
There's something about the rhythm in the world to defend.
There's something about the rhythm in the love to begin.
Feel my love day looted
Feel my love day looted

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