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Cold By the Fire
Sing to me your story,
And I’ll chide you for your innocence.
I’m a stones throw from hell
And I can’t even warm my hands on damnation.
Oh you’re young yet my love
Just stay inside your turtle shell
Till the surface of the world cools.
Kiss me, I’m freezing
I’ll devour the moment for warmth
Tell me of your sorrows,
And I’ll press myself to you to fight the chill.
I’m in the winter of my guilt now,
My palms are printed with the chain-link of the playground.
Don’t fly too high lover,
You’ll only fall farther from grace;
Fall back into bed with me,
Till the surface of the world cools.
Kiss me, I’m freezing.
I’m a stones throw from hell
Yet I can’t even warm my hands on damnation.
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