Letting the cold slowly come out
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Letting the warmth slowly but surely circulate back
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To the fingers then to the toes
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Frostbite or the numbness, take your pick
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Panic or uproar will do the trick
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We will make it stick, will we not
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Watching us grow up and watching everyone around us change
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Its strange but true scary but soon¡¦ to come and it will be done
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Frostbite or the numbness, take your pick
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Panic or uproar will do the trick
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We will make it stick, will we not
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Still I say to myself don¡¯t worry about it when it happens it happens
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But I can¡¯t forget something that¡¯s already been my entrapment
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Letting Everything
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Toxic Infinity |