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Everytime I go outside I feel cold as ice.
When I go inside I eat food that is all diced.
My house is not made of bricks, it's made of love.
Everytime coldness gets in my house it always gets shoved.
No matter where I go I never feel alone.
My house is not a box, it's my awesome throne.
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