At the camp
Near the river
Where I sit
There, I get thrown in the pit
The pit of the river
The pit of sorrow
Won't make it 'til tomorrow
I'm so cold
This is my story to be told,
Of my friend who decided
To throw me in the pit
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Cold Water
At the camp
Near the river
Where I sit
There, I get thrown in the pit
The pit of the river
The pit of sorrow
Won't make it 'til tomorrow
I'm so cold
This is my story to be told,
Of my friend who decided
To throw me in the pit