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Cold
It's cold and it's stifled,
the world rests tranquil and ill.
And the night's too loud for me to sleep
as rue and guilt haunts to kill.
It's cold and it's empty,
my soul...
the world rests tranquil and ill.
And the night's too loud for me to sleep
as rue and guilt haunts to kill.
It's cold and it's empty,
my soul...
