The coldest shoulder cast in metal
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Frozen to the bone
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To rely on hook, line and sinker
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What a sinker
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Sinking like a stone
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You'd be better off alone
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She saw me on the television underneath the sun
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Thought that I was warm like a mother, lover, brother
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Brother, she was wrong
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Me, I don't long to belong
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Cold, been excommunicated cos I'm cold
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My temperature's been rated and I'm cold
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Bring to me my big old sweater
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Nothing more will make me better
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I met her on a Monday and my heart did nothing new
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Seems she thought of me as some mystic, fatalistic, mystical guru
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Me, I haven't got a clue
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But floating on a magic carpet high above the earth
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You can see the world like a Buddha, bread and Buddha
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Bigger than your hurt
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Don't you know that love is work
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Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold
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And Capricorn is rising yes I'm cold
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Listened to my old friend Nockles
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Hoped that it would warm the cockles
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You can't fight the fear you can't, this is the road you're on
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You don't belong to me you don't belong to any one
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Your reputation lies not in your eyes, but those who dare
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Will bite the hand that feeds when it don't meet your needs
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When you got blood to bleed, you got a life to lead
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In the flood with my blood I can hold you
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Cold, been excommunicated cos I'm cold
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My temperature's been rated and I'm cold
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Bring to me my big old sweater
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Nothing more will make me better
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Cold no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold
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There'll be no compromising, cold, cool, cold
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Stone cold
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Stone cold
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Cold
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Cold
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Cold
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| Roland Orzabal |
