| Isolated so long, blighted by the first frost
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| Longing for the warmth of human touch
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| Through this wall of ice I can see you
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| Callous only outside, from the kicking
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| And the beating down
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| Please rip them from my body, please!
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| Glacier growing larger
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| Mirror growing darker
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| Do you see the blue?
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| My forefront of consciousness
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| Has been ignored
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| The healing touch of time has abandoned me
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| Abandoned me!
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| The longing brings me near, but the fear
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| Keeps me inches, worlds away
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| Reaching through the ice at last
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| But you feel the frost and run
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| Run from me back to the secure
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| (You didn’t belong here anyway)
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| And I’m left still
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| Still longing
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| Still cold
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| So cold |