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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | Skiers Must Perish |
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Cold wind blowing across your face
It's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase
It's like being in bed with
The girl of your dreams
Or eating a pint of
Ben & jerry's ice cream
Well you can kick me in the knee
With your ski or your boot
Well that's cool
On your head all root
This is something that
I will always cherish
Here to state the fact that
Skiers must perish
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