Songs of the COLD

Black Sunday – Cold

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It hurts to think that a sound could heal my wounds feeling I’ve been betrayed Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts I can’t sleep at all Now

Sick Of Man – Cold

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To God that day No one got raped here But the pains still inside I’ll never love you But I’ve got words to say No one betrayed here But

A Different Kind Of Pain – Cold

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Give me just one more night to show you Just how i feel I lost all my control If it takes my whole damnned life i’ll Make this up

Serial Killer – Cold

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I can see your madness rip your brain I can see the bodies on the wall All the nightmare dreams I can’t recall come I can see the future

Back Home – Cold

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They look up to see her face All the glitter falls on her And the rooms her stage Dont you think youve had enough Do their claws make sores

Wasted Years – Cold

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makes you think you’re everything they ever said you were Like to take some time Clear away everything I’ve planned Was it life I’ve betrayed for the shape

When Angels Fly Away – Cold

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Load my gun, paint my face, call me misery I can see the sky light up and the ground explode Got my sights locked in i can see you

Give – Cold

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I can’t control you and your look, you silly freak you super fuck I can’t believe whose side you’re on Everyone around you laid with dogs Like a bitter

Everyone Dies – Cold

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Every little thing was on the floor, everyone was so in love with you Everyone dies my friend They come down from outer space, to blow up all the

Remedy – Cold

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but please don’t leave me here alone I don’t feel how you feel But it’s my fault I’m bones I don’t die how you died I can’t just waste

Whatever You Became – Cold

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Blame it on my fame Always away from you Sold my life for a song Whatever you killed The blood got on my face See it took over you

Stupid Girl – Cold

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Wanna bug ya Wanna squeeze ya Stupid girl Wanna touch ya, Wanna take ya, Wanna shut ya, Stupid girl. I can’t take this, Born to break this. She’s going

Ugly – Cold

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Born in this old skin, I’m too sick I can’t win, I’ve lived with this damage too long My eyes can’t behold it, I cannot control this, this feeling