SURVIVAL (Pete Wain)
Wintertime, and the wind begin' to howl
Can't slow down, the ice beneath your feet urging you on
There's no food round here, It's a matter of survival
On you go, on you go
With the wind in your hair and the cold at your back
It's a matter of survival
On you go, on you go
and I wish you well
Wintertime, blinded by the darkness
The sun don't shine and the sea that is your home as turned to stone
And there's a whole new generation fighting for survival
On you go, on you go
With the wind in your hair and the cold at your back
Wintertime, It's hard for me to comprehend
In my cozy little room with my fire and my satellite TV
I can only wish you well and pray for your survival
I can only wish you well and pray for your survival
Survival
Survival
Survival
Survival

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