I feel so cold,
Numb to the bone.
I cannot turn it on,
Question are not.
My pride will not allow,
My body aches.
I don't know why,
I put myself into this.
Get Ready,
Here we go.
Single file,
Up to the front.
Stand up,
Single file,
Up to the front,
Stand in.
Single file,
You little runt.
Step up,
Right Now.
Get up,
Stand up.
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