Cold Blooded Old Times

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Cold-blooded old times
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Cold-blooded old times
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Cold-blooded old times
The type of memories
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That turns your bones to glass
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Turns your bones to glass
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Mother came rushing in
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She said we didn't see a thing
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We said we didn't see a thing
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And father left at eight
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Nearly splintering the gate
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Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
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Cold-blooded old times
             F#m       G  A
Cold-blooded old times
The type of memory
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That turns your bones to glass
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Turns your bones to glass
And though you where
C#m
Just a little swirl
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You understood every word
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And in this way they gave you clarity
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A cold-blooded clarity
Cold-blooded old times
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Cold-blooded old times
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Cold-blooded old times
Now how can I stand
C#m
And laugh with the man
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Who redefined your body
Now how can I stand
C#m
And laugh with the man
D                  A
Who redefined your body
Those cold-blooded old times
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Cold-blooded old times
             F#m       G  A
Cold-blooded old times