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When the cold of the day moves over
And the warmth of the night moves in
There's a howling that sticks beneath my skin

So I try to stay warm and moving
But the silence is just too strong
Like the bloom of a rose is sharp and long

Shells of silver
Shells of silver
Shells of silver

This feels strange
As the closer we get to the grave

Everybody wants love
But it's not enough
To have a good heart
But it's not enough

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