الكلمات الأصلية
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Cold as the stuff you think
Every ship will find a way to sink
Stay clear of the living room frontier
Your enemy's under the chandelier
Sick of waiting for the first attack
Having to constantly watch my back
This will never end and that's the curse
The red button would kill both of us
But look at me and watch me fall
Break down like the berlin wall
We had an empire a long time ago
I dug my self under a blanket of snow
'Til I could speak no more
Point your warheads at me
I miss your missiles and your fragility
Oh you got nothing else to do
I hear you going in
Peel the dress of your snowy skin
There's no way I'll ever fall asleep
It's to quiet and the couch is too cheap
Another sun comes and blows away
I never see it flicker anyway
I've been wrestling with winter all year
The days die before they open their eyes
That's how it goes up here
Point your warheads at me
There's a place for us in the infinity
Oh you got nothing else to do
