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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Vocals
Michael Cavanagh
Michael Cavanagh
Drums
Cook Craig
Cook Craig
Vocals
Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker
Guitar
Lucas Harwood
Lucas Harwood
Vocals
Stuart Mackenzie
Stuart Mackenzie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Songwriter
Michael Cavanagh
Michael Cavanagh
Songwriter
Cook Craig
Cook Craig
Songwriter
Lucas Harwood
Lucas Harwood
Songwriter
Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker
Songwriter
Stuart Mackenzie
Stuart Mackenzie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Carra
Joseph Carra
Mastering Engineer
Sam Joseph
Sam Joseph
Recording Engineer
Stuart Mackenzie
Stuart Mackenzie
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Take me away
Take me away
I wanna feel them frost flakes on my face again
Take me away
Take me away
Where the temperature stays below 25/78
[Verse 2]
I felt so at home down here
Had to step out of the heat
Antarctica, that's the place
Synthetic breeze on my face
I'm a polar bear in denial
I can't help but hate the heat
I can't help but hate the heat
[Intro]
It's gonna be a miss
I can tell we've got a snowball's chance in hell
I know this ain't gonna go well
A snowball's chance in hell
It's gonna be a miss
I can tell we've got a snowball's chance in hell
I know this ain't gonna go well
A snowball's chance in hell
[Verse 3]
I made a deal with the devil in the fuselage
Crashed into heaven in the dead of winter
Walked on thin ice and got snowed under
Caught my death and got iced over
I got cold feet and a cold shoulder
Ice in my veins and frost in my heart
The cold hard truth is I'm the polar opposite
Carved a hole in heaven like an icebreaker
[Verse 4]
Fahrenheit or Celsius, yeah
Tell me what your policy is
Are we talking the same language?
It won't matter in utopia
Utopia
Antarctica is the place for the cold embrace
[Verse 5]
Woo!
Take me away, take me away
Antarctica, that's the place for me
Take me away, take me away
It's the place where the frost flakes spell out my name
Take me away, take me away
There's a polar bear calling out my name
Take me away, take me away
He's telling me that a sunny day ain't got shit on this place
[Verse 6]
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Take me away, take me away, take me away, take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Ah-ooh
Take me away, take me away, take me away, take me away
Take me away
[Verse 7]
When you got it made
When you got it made
When you got it made
When you got it made
It's just the tip of the iceberg
Just the tip of the iceberg
It's just the tip of the iceberg, so put it on ice
You gotta put it on, you gotta put it on, you gotta put it on
You gotta put it on ice
You gotta put it on, you gotta put it on, you gotta put it on
You gotta put it on ice in our discontented winter
And let that cool air blow away your every care
Written by: Ambrose Kenny-Smith, Cook Craig, Joseph Walker, Lucas Harwood, Michael Cavanagh, Stuart Mackenzie
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