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You had "cold as ice" tattooed on your bones
And now you're frozen into place
Your head's in nothingspace
Your only thought
And desperation on your face
You know you are
Too dead for life
You have "time to go"
Built into your walk
And you keep searching for a home
Your love material
You strive for "more"
You carry all this on your own
(You know you are)