Left behind everything I knew
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All the colors but bone-white and sky-blue
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Hit the continent running
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Engines were humming just to break through
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Antarctica, my only living relative
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Antarctica, I can't wait anymore
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Under ice there's a world moving slow
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Carnelian stars and the bars down below
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Serve only vodka and gin
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I try to stay drunk so nobody knows
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Antarctica, my only living relative
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Antarctica, I can't wait anymore
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I can't wait anymore
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And then there's morning
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Each one feels like the first one
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Ah, morning, so clean, so pure
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Nothing so clear, now that I'm here
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When I get back to the city
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Everything's cluttered and pretty
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I won't regret my return
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I'll just remember the wind and the snow
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And the howling so loud
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That it alone drowns out the inside of me
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Antarctica, my only living relative
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Antarctica, I can't wait anymore
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I can't wait anymore
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I can't wait anymore
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Antarctica
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The Weepies |