LYRIC

I can see them coming beating paths to my door
Come to see me running my natural course, iceberg
At glacial pace, an unusual case
Took to the streets, icebreaker sleek
Through thaw and freeze, my life's a breeze
Matches tobacco, turn ashwarm and charcoal
Iceberg, eventually steam
The continent I seem, just iceberg

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