Sweating beneath a firefly moon
He feels a familiar chill
Although it's the 23rd of June
His teeth, they chatter still
Just once, he thinks
It would have been nice
To take a step
And not on thin ice
And not on thin ice
Running to get away from the fear
He trips straight into despair
What was the point of my being here?
Can't I get over there?
Just once, he thinks
It would have been nice
To take a step
And not on thin ice
But it isn't the cold
That really makes him shake
It's knowing one day
The ice is gonna break
Just once, he thinks
It would have been nice
To take a step
And not on thin ice
And not on thin ice
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