| I can’t feel my fingers, I can’t feel my toes, 'cuz I am cold — I’m so cold
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| I can’t seem to focus, I can’t catch my breath, 'cuz I am cold — I’m so cold
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| 'Cuz everything I do, just turns to shit
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| And everything I touch just turns to shit
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| Now I’m on the TV, I’m doing what I’m told
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| I push my face up to the sun, but still I feel so cold
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| I’m just like a dummy, a puppet on a string
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| But I am cold — I’m so cold
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| Everything I had just turns to shit
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| Everything I see just turns to shit
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| Turns to shit, turns to shit, my life has turned to shit!
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| Well everything I do, just turns to shit
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| And everything I touch, just turns to shit
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| I was in your kitchen, I was watching you
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| You were hot as a solder spot, But still I felt so cold
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| I crept through your window, my hands around your neck
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| And now you’re cold — you’re so cold
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| 'Cuz everything I see, just turns to shit
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| And everything I touch, just turns to shit
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| Everything I have, just turns to shit
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| And everything I do just turns to shit
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| Turns to shit, turns to shit it turns to shit
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| Shit shit, glorious shit!
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| (Here we go again.)
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| Shit shit glorious shit |