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Cold, cold, cold |
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You know the yolk it's spreading from |
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You laugh as people scatter 'bout |
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Surrounded by a veil of stars |
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You realize that your life is dark |
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Earth gets colder every day |
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If scientists could have their way |
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They'd study us from far away |
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And watch as people's minds decay |
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Cold, cold, cold |
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Your body's in the hands of fools |
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With swimming pools and low IQ's |
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There's nothing to see, nothing to do |
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Buy your stocks and sell your jewels |
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Bill collectors stole my mail |
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My wife and kids are all for sale |
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I hope to God I go to jail |
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And no one can come up with bail |
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Cold life, cold life, cold life, cold |
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Cold, cold, cold |
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I can't control my buried thoughts |
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The slightest thing makes me distraught |
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I'm like the people I once fought |
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My every action's being bought |
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Robot trainers earn their pay |
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As mutant kids go out to play |
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It's such a pretty, pretty day |
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With orange nights and days of grey |
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Cold, cold, cold |
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I've now become a nervous wreck |
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I'm getting closer to my death |
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I keep expecting my last breath |
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As all my friends just laugh and jest |
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The earth is such a filthy place |
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And human such an awful race |
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And I'd rather live in outer space |
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Where death goes at a slower pace |
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Cold life, cold life, cold life, cold |
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Cold life, cold life, cold life, cold |
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Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold |