| The coldest shoulder cast in metal
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| Frozen to the bone
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| To rely on hook, line and sinker
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| What a sinker
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| Sinking like a stone
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| You’d be better off alone
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| She saw me on the television underneath the sun
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| Thought that I was warm like mother, lover, brother
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| Brother, she was wrong
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| Me, I don’t long to belong
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| Cold, been excommunicated cos I’m cold
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| My temperature’s been rated and I’m cold
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| Bring to me my big old sweater
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| Nothing more will make me better
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| I met her on Monday and my heart did nothing new
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| Seems she thought of me as some mystic, fatalistic, mystical guru
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| Me, I haven’t got a clue
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| But floating on a magic carpet high above the earth
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| You can see the world like a Buddha, bread and Buddha
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| Bigger than you hurt
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| Don’t you know that love is work
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| Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I’m cold
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| And Capricorn is rising yes I’m cold
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| Listened to my old Nockles
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| Hoped that it would warm the cockles
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| You can’t fight the fear you can’t, this is the road you’re on
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| You don’t belong to me you don’t belong to any one
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| Your reputation lies not in your eyes, but those who dare
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| Will bite the hand that feeds when it don’t meet your needs When you got blood
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| to bleed, you got a life to lead
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| In the flood with my blood I can hold you
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| Cold, been excommunicated cos I’m cold
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| My temperature’s been rated and I’m cold |