| I was born in a city,
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| where the wind chill could kill ya,
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| and frostbite the smile off your face when it grills ya.
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| So naturally learned to make it out in the cold,
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| and carve emotion in the ice blocks hidden in the snow.
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| And it shows,
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| king of the winter bitter and froze,
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| with a head full of blackouts breakin through the ropes and I choke,
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| at every little punch I tried too throw,
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| but the devil hovered over me tellin me where to go, GO HOME !
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| And die where the heart is,
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| life has been a series of goodbyes that I’ve been fighting too depart with,
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| and hardships, shot down and buried in the marshes,
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| with nothing but a love letter stapled too my carcass.
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| Identify me,
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| feel I’m too far gone.
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| See the look inside ya eyes when the Blue’s songs on so sing all of it,
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| try to harmonize when I’m gone cause at this point,
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| I’m barely holding on, come on.
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| (chorus)
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| It’s a cold cold world we face,
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| with miles of frozen road,
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| that I drove down on my way,
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| I’m as cold, as, snow.
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| Falling, slowly to the ground,
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| all around you.
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| Black ice forming on the tongue,
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| this is just another part of life.
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| Let it melt in the sunshine,
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| and freeze overnight.
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| I was built for the blizzard,
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| and lived with the ice.
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| I smoothered every flame,
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| that I ever tried too ignite cause of comfort,
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| wrapped up in a blanket made of snow.
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| Chippin off the freezin condensation on my bones,
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| and I can feel it in the mornin when it blows
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| and it rifles through the streets like a bullet from the cold.
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| And I know it, feel it on a first name basis.
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| And laugh at the games that it plays with my patience,
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| cause I’ve been lookin at the world through a glacier,
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| and know what it’s like to be hopelessly underrated,
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| it’s sick, spittin' the water under the bridge,
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| with a shivering image of what a fine life is.
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| Cause I’ve been fishin at this lake since a kid
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| I know exactly where to walk when the ice gets thin.
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| (chorus)
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| It’s a cold cold world we face,
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| with miles of frozen road,
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| that I drove down on my way,
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| I’m as cold, as, snow.
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| (Piano plays out) |