The heat of the sun pulls the mercury column higher
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The sidewalk was more of a hearth
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Time went crazy then
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I know it's just a thank you
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In the middle of summer to us
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Frost entered
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Frost!
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On the lips of steel
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White rose
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Frost!
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It runs on the body
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He grips the knife
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Maybe he has a knife, maybe only the stalactites have a claw
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In any case, the fool is scratching us
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He turns the two of us into icy sculptures
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The cramp instead of smiles stays here
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Where you played me on our pillows
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I can feel the snow creaking
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The dam is growing
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As weeds continue boxwood germinates in us
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Stupid belt for chastity
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He gave me a cold
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Frost!
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On the lips of steel
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White rose
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Frost!
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It runs on the body
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He grips the knife
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Maybe he has a knife, maybe only the stalactites have a claw
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In any case, the fool is scratching us
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He turns the two of us into icy sculptures
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Only the mask of smiles stays here
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Frost!
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On the lips of steel
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White rose
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Frost!
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It runs on the body
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He grips the knife
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Maybe he has a knife, maybe only the stalactites have a claw
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In any case, the fool is scratching us
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He turns the two of us into icy sculptures
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Only the mask of smiles stays here
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Maybe he has a knife, maybe only the stalactites have a claw
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In any case, the fool is scratching us
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He turns the two of us into icy sculptures
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The grimace of smiles stays here
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Maybe he has a knife, maybe only the stalactites have a claw
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In any case, the fool is scratching us
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He turns the two of us into icy sculptures
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Just a mask… |