| Dream stealer, disbeliever
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| Don’t take a chance on me
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| High risk, a shot in the dark
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| I come easy, but I don’t come free
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| Shot down, kicked in the teeth
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| Call me crazy, call me a fool, yeah
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| Lay the odds, roll the dice
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| But don’t tell me I’m breaking the rules
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| It’ll be a cold day in hell
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| You’re freezing me, can’t you tell
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| On a cold day in hell
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| How much of your soul can you sell
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| Empty eyes of heartless friends
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| The night is mine again
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| Bitter streets of evil stares
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| No one listens, no one cares
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| But cold steel is made to last
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| And chains of gold are broken fast
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| Cold city ain’t freezing me
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| Things aren’t what they seem to be
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| Get ready to go
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| Or get out of my way
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| I’m not takin a free ride
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| I’m hot on a cold day in hell |