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The ivory is cold, where is my desire? |
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In a cage of gold, not a trace of fire |
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Ice cold as ice, I'm heading for tomorrow |
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I am tired of waiting, I'll beg and steal and borrow |
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Life is to short to be wasted |
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So why do I sit around |
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Dance on the edge of a razor |
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Get off the ground and I'll never return |
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Walk on fighting |
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Don't look ever back |
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Walk on fighting |
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Don't you look back to your cries |
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The phone it waits in silence, no message left by you |
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There is no use in crying. I know I've been a fool |
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Now it is too late, No words left to say |
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I gotta call it fate, forget and look away |
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Life is to short to be wasted |
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So why do I sit around |
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Dance on the edge of a razor |
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Get off the ground and I'll never return |
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Walk on fighting |
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Don't look ever back |
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Walk on fighting |
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Don't you look back to your cries |
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Walk on fighting... |
