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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | World So Cold |
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Way too farfor way too long
Children cryingcast out and neglected
Only in a world so coldonly in a world
This cold
Hold the hand of your best friendlook into their eyes
Then watch them drift away
Some might saywe've done the wrong things
For way too longfor way too long
Fever inside the storm
So I'm turning away.
Away from the name
(Calling your names)
Away from the stones
(Throw sticks and stones)
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away
Away from the games
(Fucking head games)
Away from the space
(Hate this head space)
The circumstances of a world so cold
burning whispersRemind me of the days
I was left alonein a world this cold
Guilty of the same thingsprovoked by
The cause
I've left alonein a world so cold
Fever inside the storm
So I'm turning away.
Away from the name
(Calling your names)
Away from the stones
(Throw sticks and stones)
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away
Away from the games
(Fucking head games)
Away from the space
(Hate this head space)
The circumstances of a world so cold
I'm flyingI'm flying away
Away from the names
(Calling your names)
Away from the games
(Fucking head games)
The circumstances of a world so cold
Why does everyone feel like my enemy
Don't want any part of depression or
DarknessI've had enough
sick and tiredbring the sunor I'm gone
Or I'm gone
I'm backing outI'm no pawn
No mother-fucking slave to this
Never lied
Never left
Never lived
Never loved
Never lost
Never hurt
Never worry about being meor anyone else
Not a careno concerndon't give a shit about
Anything
Backing outgiving upno mother-fucking
Slave to this
Never lied
Never left
Never lived
Never loved
Never lost
Never hurt
Never worry about being meor anyone else
Not a careno concerndon't give a shit about
Anything
I need to find a darkened corner
A lightless corner
Where it's safer and calmer
I'm turning away.
Away from the name
(Calling your names)
Away from the stones
(Throw sticks and stones)
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away
Away from the games
(Fucking head games)
Away from the space
(Hate this head space)
The circumstances of a world so cold
I'm flyingI'm flying away
Away from the names
(Calling your names)
Away from the games
(Fucking head games)
The circumstances of a world so cold
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