(McNabb)
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It rolls in like a cold wind,
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It fills me up with fear,
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The icy fingers clutch me,
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With each motion that I hear,
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Though dilligence caress me,
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Deliverence unfold,
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The distant bells are ringing,
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In a small town in my soul
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Chorus: Dream up, dream up,
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Let me fill your cup,
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I promise you the world
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I promise you the world,
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I'll love you as a factory in the desert
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While trying to obsess me,
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Her confidence falls down,
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I hav to steal this moment to,
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Observe her wistful frown,
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But her logic is a jungle,
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Insecurity roams wild,
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The laughter's ever present,
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In the camp of the beguiled.
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Repeat Chorus
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Come to me, come to me, come to me,
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A Factory In The Desert
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| The Icicle Works |
