You're poked, you're lost, you're tired again
It's the cold, it's the frost
I'm lying, my friend
Actually, I'm warm lying in my bed
In the best of form just restin' my head
The rays now will fall onto us all
These forms of life that surround us now
The sweetness the strife the short and the tall
The bitter and the sweet the stuff that makes us tick
Untidy yet neat, I don't wanna seem too slick
It's the cold, it's the frost
I'm lying, my friend
Actually, I'm warm lying in my bed
In the best of form just restin' my head
These forms of life that surround us now
The sweetness the strife the short and the tall
The bitter and the sweet the stuff that makes us tick
Untidy yet neat, I don't wanna seem too slick
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