I'm sick of being cold We could be the children of a cult We've got a live one here I Think he cries real life tears I can play hard Try and see beyond the stars We can look for heaven if you want Life can be deathly dull
You can't set me free Which ever way I'm falling I will lean This could be a warning shot To the men lost out a sea You always know Before the more obvious signs show This could be a warning shot To the men lost out a sea
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