| Cold is the water
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| It freezes your already cold mind
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| Already cold, cold mind
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| And death is at your doorstep
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| And it will steal your innocence
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| But it will not steal your substance
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| But you are not alone in this
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| And you are not alone in this
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| As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
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| Hold your hand
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| And you are the mother
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| The mother of your baby child
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| The one to whom you gave life
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| And you have your choices
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| And these are what make man great
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| His ladder to the stars
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| But you are not alone in this
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| And you are not alone in this
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| As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
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| Hold your hand
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| And I will tell the night
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| Whisper, «Lose your sight»
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| But I can’t move the mountains for you |