Manifesting his destiny
He says to me, "It's cold outside
Cold outside"
So naturally, I humble thee
Who come to me to be alive
Be alive
What do I see?
Oh, traveler on a western ride
A western ride
Transporting your body
There's no escaping the noise inside
So accept
It's not you versus me
Just take a breath, you're still alive
Still alive
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