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I trade my warmth for a half naked body
I plan on claiming that heat back
Running that gets me nowhere
At least I'll warm up

I trade my looks to play frisbee like an idiot
I plan on my stomach like the quarterback does
Running that gets me a goal
All my friends do the same
In summer I can't get rid of the tempurature
But in winter I could run it off
In the future I can't get rid of my dying bones
But in the present I can still run my insignificance off
And that's exactly what I'm gonna do