A refugee from myself
My body is my prison
And in this cell I've created
It never stops raining
Since I was born
I've been told to listen
Well, now I'm listening and alone
But the golden trumpet plays a sour song
Tomorrow we can sit and talk about it
But tonight let's make ourselves forget
'Cos I've got cold feet and a wet brain
And lately it's been freezing outside
But my heart is still burning
A one-track mind with no direction
A two-faced liar with the worst intentions
A one-track mind heading for derailment
A two-faced liar with the worst intentions
But the cold, hard truth is that you've lost all your friends
Tomorrow we can sit and talk about it
But tonight let's make ourselves forget
'Cos I've got cold feet and a wet brain
And lately it's been freezing outside
But my heart will always burn for you...
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