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• Artiste: The Manhattan Syndrome
• Titre: Cold Company
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I made you out of tooth and nail From better parts that never failed Then I kissed then I filled you up with love To be the one by my side As I grew old, as I grew quiet To be the one that missed me when I died So meet me by the factories Where I made you out of coal and steam I would change, I would change the recipe Through artistry and alchemy And bringing out the best in me You would stay, you would stay by my side Where I could bind you Where I could blind you Where I would guide you home So meet me by the factories Where I made you out of coal and steam I would change, I would change the recipe I have faded like the colors of summer You fly high with the sun on your back Somewhere new sirens are singing on these shores I lie and I die in the dinosaur tracks Cold love, it means nothing to me It never has and it never could If there's a God looking down on me With love to give, it's getting hard to tell I need live, I have love to give Hands that hold and lungs that live Cold love, it means nothing to me It never has and it never will