We're walking in the air, I'm sipping on an Irn Bru, my chilly snowman mate said he would like some too. I told him get your own, he looks like he is going to cry, I tell him once again the Irn Bru is mine. Now I'm falling through the air, I wonder where I'm going to land, he nicked my Irn Bru and let go of my hand.
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