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The cold my love |
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Is much cooler then the frost beneath my lungs |
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A sudden touch will break the thought of us |
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Clearing out our minds from all the lust |
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And all the time worth giving in |
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After all of this ends (will you) |
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Count the blessings gave with my hand |
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Put back the fire that burns underneath us |
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After all of this ends (will you) |
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Surprised to see you up on your feet killing men for money |
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Cant trust the scent of caring humanity |
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Pouring out their hands with the help in need take |
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A good look at nothing |
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After all of this ends (will you) |
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Count the blessings gave with my hand |
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Put back the fire that burns underneath us |
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After all of this ends (will you) |
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18 months have passed |
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Dead flowers grow from my chest |
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The roots, they steal the years... leaving decades bent and bruised |
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After all of this ends (will you) |
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Count the blessings gave with my hand |
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Put back the fire that burns underneath us |
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After all of this ends (will you) |
