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Cold. So goddamn cold.
People around me just lose their souls
and they grow so old by the fire.
Nothing. Cold. So goddamn cold.
People around me just lose their souls
and they grow so old by the fire.
Nothing outside, Cold. Can't stand this cold.
Those around me, their faces grow old
and they lose their souls by the fire.
Nothing. Cold. No more cold.
People around me just lose their souls
and they grow so old by the fire.
Cold as the heart of a liar. It's the nothingness that I miss...