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Perpetual winter ice and pain, I sleep and drink though it's in vain |
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Frozen castles chill my heart and quiet at those oft to stay |
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The sun stirs up memories shiver in my mind |
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And love is waiting for the spring a comfort is so hard to find |
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But the spring come it must to melt this icy shroud |
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The ice pack's got this soul so tight that it seems in doubt |
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With satanic strength determined I do frustrate my plea |
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Doctor is an angel somewhere coming soon to set me free, set me free |
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If she come what can she do to rescue me from Satan's grasp |
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Can she cut the night that thoughts of gruelling winters clasp |
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Imagination plays cruel tricks when the soul is all alone |
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Amid big peaks of bitterness has unfortunately grown |
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To surmise at the well of danger, she doesn't wish to come |
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Because she's quite content to dance and doubt what she becomes |
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I think me independent now since her eyes were hard |
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Healed scars caused by the soul whispering the art in hearts |
