| Cold creeps through my fingertips like
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| The frostbitten night, the frostbitten night
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| Cold creeps up the length of my spine
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| I’m surrendering, I am surrendering
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| Cold creeps stole the innocence
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| Look what they left me with, look what they left me with
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| Cold touches instruments
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| Dig into my head again, dig into my head
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| Ohhhhhhhh
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| A single silver thread
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| Strung around my neck
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| No one knows it’s there
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| Cause no one thought to check
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| The creeps will curl then rot
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| Whistle as they work
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| Though they’ll soon be gone
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| They’re certain to return
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| Cold creeps in the silent attack
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| Oh, I know you’ll be back, know you’ll be back
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| Cold creeps in the invisible hurt
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| Oh, I know you’ll return, know you’ll return
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| Cold creeps in the silent attack
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| Oh, I know you’ll be back, know you’ll be back
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| Cold creeps in the invisible hurt
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| Oh, I know you’ll return, know you’ll return |