As I ollie on the rail,I sure hope I don't fail,
With sick speed,
More then enough that I would need,
The breeze through your hair,
So nice and fun, I swear,
And as I cut through the fresh powder,
I want to scream Wooh, louder, and louder,
The gathering place for your friends,
Through the resort, the twists, the bends,
I carve and they call me shredder,
And i know theres nothing better.
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