To return to the cold
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It isn't much fun
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To touch the trees no one has known
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Go rest your head
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Cause you can't miss this
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Poor boy became
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A slave to use
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Now despair moves in so close
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Too many years free at last
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He didn't know so learned to speak
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He clears his throat
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Cause you can't miss this
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[Chorus]
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Poor boy became
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A slave to use
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Rebuild what's left
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Of this child, so weak
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Sorry, changes, trample the plan
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Death, stores, victims
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Once more
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[x4]
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Keep on burnin' through the noose
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Keep on...
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[Chorus]
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Poor boy became
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A slave to use
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Rebuild what's left
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Of this child, so weak
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To return, to the cold
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It isn't much, but I'm free at last
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To Return
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| Chevelle |