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This Cold
I don´t need a ride to arriveI don´t feel approached any time
If you feel a fader on a decline
Out of all you´ve ever been
And you won´t need time
I don´t need this every God
You see every ghost am I
Have we found a phase to be out of
Transfer all your thoughts to me
And you won´t need love
We don´t need love
I don´t need this sin to go
Down to where all forevers flow
Every fate released is revealed slow
Never talking back to me
Say it out loud
I feel this cold
I never stay and I never go
