Listen to the sound clip Everything I go out, I blow out, there's snow out, I'm cold. Frozen fingers, chilling spine, can't shake this icy hold. Breath like smoke in the frigid air, numb to the bone. Winter's grip won't let me go, I'm all alone. Frostbite nipping at my toes, the wind is biting. Walking through a snowy world, my body fighting. Every step is a struggle, icicles clinging tight. But I'll keep pushing forward, through the darkest night. from Jazz #3 Song Generator:
Everything I go out, I blow out, there's snow out, I'm cold. Frozen fingers, chilling spine, can't shake this icy hold. Breath like smoke in the frigid air, numb to the bone. Winter's grip won't let me go, I'm all alone. Frostbite nipping at my toes, the wind is biting. Walking through a snowy world, my body fighting. Every step is a struggle, icicles clinging tight. But I'll keep pushing forward, through the darkest night.
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