That old mans waiting in the snow again, he knows what he knows But it isnt the same, watching insults, launched over his head Hes out of the game but he isnt quite dead The human remains He fought fear with hope but youll eventually know, one day You are the man in the snow, and it doesnt matter what fills you with dread The game is a game and life is a thread The human remains
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