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ALL OF FOOD
When I was a young lad
My father would take us to the slopes
To become the greek god versions of ourselves
Over three days we would test our bodies
Then fall in a heap at the doorstep of the Auburn Sizzler
To compete for the tallest mountain of food
The way all of food tasted
After three days skiing
Is how you feel to me
My father would take us to the slopes
To become the greek god versions of ourselves
Over three days we would test our bodies
Then fall in a heap at the doorstep of the Auburn Sizzler
To compete for the tallest mountain of food
The way all of food tasted
After three days skiing
Is how you feel to me
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