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• Artiste: Flotsam & Jetsam
• Titre: The Cold
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It all comes down to this How to hold on to life I once had with you An addiction like this The supply slips away without warning Don't know how to survive I still need you to fill all the voids inside You're the blood inside You're the beat of my - soul You're the breath inside You're the thought that I - hold You're the blood inside You're the beat of my - soul How should I keep time from ticking away Stop tomorrow from coming How can I hold the craving at bay So better off when I didn't know Coming at me so fast I can't run Years of minutes of seconds of time Put inside all I am, all I have Pay the toll to hear what's on my mind. Where do I go from here The sun doesn't rise where I am Spring never rises from fall And the nightingale doesn't sing Where do I go from here There is no yellow brick road No reference for my dreams And no warmth to hide the cold The cold What is left for the time that I have What is forward for looking to Every path that I take is washed out Every star is burnt out to follow Passing by me so fast motion slow Years of minutes of seconds of time Generations learning what I know Pay the toll to hear what's on my mind Where do I go from here The sun doesn't rise where I am Spring never rises from fall And the nightingale doesn't sing Where do I go from here There is no yellow brick road No reference for my dreams And no warmth to hide the cold The cold