Your hands are so cold, my love
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Beneath these leafless winter trees
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Your lips are ocean blue, my love,
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And have ceased to call my name
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Its oh so cold in here
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And I cant seem to see
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Its so very cold out here
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so please dont fall asleep
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The stars wont give us heat, my love,
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And the sun is far away
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The night is black as pitch, my love
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With no sign coming day
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Its oh so cold in here
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And I cant seem to see
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Its so very cold out here
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so please dont fall asleep
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Your hair is white with frost, my love,
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And your skin is alabaster
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Ill sit here in the cleansing, my love
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Until the angels come to find us
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Its oh so cold in here
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And I cant seem to see
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Its so very cold out here
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so please dont fall asleep
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Please dont fall asleep
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WORDS:Damien Echols
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MUSIC: Michale Graves
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Frost Bite
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| Michale Graves |
