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World So Cold |
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When passion's lost and all the trust is gone, |
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Way too far, for way too long |
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Children crying, cast out and neglected, |
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Only in a world so cold, only in a world |
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This cold |
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Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes |
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Then watch them drift away |
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Some might say, we've done the wrong things, |
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For way too long, for way too long |
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Fever inside the storm, |
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So I'm turning away. |
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Away from the name |
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(Calling your names) |
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Away from the stones |
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(Throw sticks and stones) |
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'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us |
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Keep your thorns |
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'Cause I'm running away, |
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Away from the games |
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(Fucking head games) |
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Away from the space |
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(Hate this head space) |
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The circumstances of a world so cold |
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burning whispers, Remind me of the days, |
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I was left alone, in a world this cold |
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Guilty of the same things, provoked by |
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The cause, |
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I've left alone, in a world so cold |
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Fever inside the storm, |
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So I'm turning away. |
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Away from the name |
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(Calling your names) |
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Away from the stones |
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(Throw sticks and stones) |
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'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us |
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Keep your thorns |
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'Cause I'm running away, |
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Away from the games |
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(Fucking head games) |
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Away from the space |
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(Hate this head space) |
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The circumstances of a world so cold |
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I'm flying, I'm flying away, |
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Away from the names |
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(Calling your names) |
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Away from the games |
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(Fucking head games) |
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The circumstances of a world so cold |
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Why does everyone feel like my enemy, |
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Don't want any part of depression or |
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Darkness, I've had enough |
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sick and tired, bring the sun, or I'm gone, |
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Or I'm gone |
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I'm backing out, I'm no pawn, |
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No mother-fucking slave to this, |
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Never lied |
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Never left |
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Never lived |
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Never loved |
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Never lost |
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Never hurt |
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Never worry about being me, or anyone else |
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Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about |
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Anything |
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Backing out, giving up, no mother-fucking |
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Slave to this, |
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Never lied |
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Never left |
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Never lived |
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Never loved |
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Never lost |
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Never hurt |
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Never worry about being me, or anyone lese |
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Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about |
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Anything, |
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I need to find a darkened corner, |
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A lightless corner, |
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Where it's safer and calmer, |
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I'm turning away. |
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Away from the name |
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(Calling your names) |
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Away from the stones |
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(Throw sticks and stones) |
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'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us |
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Keep your thorns |
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'Cause I'm running away, |
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Away from the games |
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(Fucking head games) |
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Away from the space |
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(Hate this head space) |
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The circumstances of a world so cold |
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I'm flying, I'm flying away, |
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Away from the names |
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(Calling your names) |
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Away from the games |
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(Fucking head games) |
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The circumstances of a world so cold |
