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The air is crystal cold and ground shimmers from the snow

And the silence as we speak make way for all these wires in the sky,

At night their bedroom sets on fire as the streetlights lights outside

Cold, cold, cold, in your arms I find warmth

Warmth, warmth, I don't wanna stay here anymoreThe rain turns all our roads into ice and we slip

Because there's no one here to fix this glitch

That continuously appear in front of our eyes,

Eyes, eyes, your eyes are full of lies,

Lies, lies, lies quiet like a corpseCorpse