-- Horatio Algeranon's diversification of Pattsy Cline
Ice falls to pieces,
Each time it sees spring again.
Ice falls to pieces.
How can it not mean the end?
You want me to act like it's never slush
You want me to forget, pretend it's never wet
And I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet.
Summer goes by and ice falls to pieces.
Ice falls to pieces,
Each time warm currents hit the Ross.
Ice falls to pieces.
Time only adds to the loss.
You tell me to find something else to graph,
Something that'll increase too, the way ice used to do.
But each time I do a graph of something new,
Summer goes by and ice falls to pieces.
Summer goes by and ice falls to pieces.
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