| I’ve grown colder
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| Than any other stone turned
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| Than any road crossed on my way
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| I’ve grown colder
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| Than earth under foot
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| Than wind at my back
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| Now scabbed and cracked
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| I’ve grown colder
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| Just like your father
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| And his father before
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| Through the endless storm
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| I’ve grown colder
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| Than I ever was, beyond my beliefs
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| Will this ever cease?
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| It’s begun
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| Choose your hell
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| You are no exception
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| I don’t want to be another dead man breathing
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| Cold, I’ve grown colder than I ever was before
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| Cold, now all I see are dead men breathing
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| For those who once rejoiced
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| I’ve grown cold
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| For those who feared and hated
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| I’ve grown cold
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| Who can’t escape their grief
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| I’ve grown cold
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| Don’t want to be another dead man breathing
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| I’ve grown colder
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| Than the mercy of whose looking down
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| Upon the silent graves of those who paid with sins
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| I’ve grown colder
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| Than all those who wasted trust
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| Opening the gates without acknowledging the cost
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| It’s begun
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| Choose your hell
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| You are no exception
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| Hands cannot drown the sounds of better men screaming
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| It’s begun
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| Live to tell
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| Don’t deny the instinct
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| I don’t want to be another dead man breathing
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| It’s begun
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| Choose your hell
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| You are no exception
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| Hands cannot drown the sounds of better men screaming
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| Don’t want to be another dead man breathing
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| I’ll curse and fight till my heart stops beating
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| Until my heart stops beating
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| It’s begun
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| Choose your hell
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| You are no exception
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| Hands cannot drown the sounds of better men screaming
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| It’s begun
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| Live to tell
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| Don’t deny the instinct
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| I don’t want to be another dead man breathing |