Music: Lynch
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Lyrics: Esposito, Mason, Olsen, Brown
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Just a puppet on her knees at night
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pull her strings and she'll treat you right
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Heart so warm and world so cold
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One down, one more story told, yeah
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Sweet little child of love
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Icy hand and a velvet glove
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What do you have when your day is done
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Count your tears and pray for sun
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Cold is the heart with no love
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When it lies deep inside you
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Cold is the heart with no love
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As she sits on the face of the world
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Ride the tail and bump and grind
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What's your price
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For a chance on the mainline
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Such desires could be your last
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Silent eyes of a checkered past
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Is your life a test of time
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Faded days that'll ease your mind
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What can you do when you're near the end
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Try so hard but you can't pretend
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Cold is the heart with no love
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When it lies deep inside you
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Cold is the heart with no love
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As she sits on the face of the world
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Sweet little child of love
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Icy hand and a velvet glove
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What can you do when your day is done
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Count your tears and pray for sun
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Cold is the heart with no love
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When it lies deep inside you
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Cold is the heart with no love
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As it sits in the world
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Cold is the heart with no love
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When it lies deep inside you
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Cold is the heart with no love
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She just sits on the face of the world.
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Cold is the Heart
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Lynch Mob |