An unwilling sailor adrift from Artic waters As
the water gets warmer, my iceburg gets smaller As
he pours more petrol on, he feels no fear As the
flames get nearer, its thought gets clearer A
blue-white polar bear arrives at the end
Diverting his attention, his feelings froze over
I'm only a runaway AWOL at the logical start Not
present in the present, overboard with limited
future And I'm standing alone still getting a
thrill While the ship is afloat, he's losing his
boat
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