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I’ve got the snowboard under my feet I can fly so high I can fall so deep But who do I see comin’ up the track A little green man with his snowboard on his back He said:And now I’m flying like an angel to the sun My feet are burning and I grab into another world With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re mad like a clown I can stay behind him if I can I want to be a little more than an “also-ran“ Through every curb he’s got me beat And maybe’s time that I accept defeat And now I’´m flying like an angel to the sun My feet are burning and I grab into another world With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re mad like a clown With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re mad like a clown Lords of the boards With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re mad like a clown With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re come again around With the lords of the boards you’re mad like a clown With the lords of the boards
