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missing in action
Cold come knocking
ain't it
frightful?
To be a little bit
frostbitten
in the long run
Fast paced and frozen
on a
one way street
someone call the cops
I think I smell a fucking
car chase
I'm flying past
the castle that looms
above me.
This flesh
is based
and decades old
it's been too long
since I felt
like I'm
part of
the same
whole
A couple broken
pieces went
missing in action.
A storm without a center
means we can't stop this
from happening.
ain't it
frightful?
To be a little bit
frostbitten
in the long run
Fast paced and frozen
on a
one way street
someone call the cops
I think I smell a fucking
car chase
I'm flying past
the castle that looms
above me.
This flesh
is based
and decades old
it's been too long
since I felt
like I'm
part of
the same
whole
A couple broken
pieces went
missing in action.
A storm without a center
means we can't stop this
from happening.
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