surviving

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After I scrape all the fat from my thighs

And I clear out or gouge out the snow from my eyes

And the nerves in me teeth all have rotted and died

I think that that will be the time when I'm fine

I think I'll be better then, or at least be alive

So in the meanwhile I guess I'll survive.

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