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I AM ALWAYS FAT IN WINTER
I am always fat in winter
Eating meats! Eating meats!
And when I'm done with a bottle of fanta
Drinking in! Drinking in!
When the cold of winter battles
Over me! Over me!
Then I grab a bottle of water;
Never gin! Never gin!
Soon shall be the days of winter
Leaving me! Leaving me!
I shall come to one conclusion:
Winter needs even me!
Soon shall but the blowing cease;
Even it! Even it!
Winter makes me no more sick than
Doesn't it! Doesn't it!
I am always fat in winter
Eating meats! Eating meats!
And when I'm done with a bottle of fanta
Drinking in! Drinking in!
When the cold of winter battles
Over me! Over me!
Then I grab a bottle of water;
Never gin! Never gin!
Soon shall be the days of winter
Leaving me! Leaving me!
I shall come to one conclusion:
Winter needs even me!
Soon shall but the blowing cease;
Even it! Even it!
Winter makes me no more sick than
Doesn't it! Doesn't it!
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