You're in so deep, too far out for safety.
The water's high, and you can't feel the ground.
You're gasping for air, flialing for existance.
Call in your lifeboats, toss the orange ring.
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Coachella is minus sixteen. =D
You're in so deep, too far out for safety.
The water's high, and you can't feel the ground.
You're gasping for air, flialing for existance.
Call in your lifeboats, toss the orange ring.
***
Coachella is minus sixteen. =D
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