Cold Son

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At the center where they go on weekdays
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It takes hours just to slake that thirst
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Heavy heels and a daunting pulse rate
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Bad idea for your blistered toes
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To my wheel, well youre getting close
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So say adios
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The conjecturers reject the rose
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Don't stay high high-igh-igh-igh
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On abuse
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Sometimes it feels like the worlds's stuffed with feathers
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Table-bottom gum just holding it together
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A cold son, i am
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A cold son, i am
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You can chase it but it wont come easy
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It's a revery so silver-quick
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It gets solid when you're old and hazy
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Takes no leverage to make me click
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To my wheel, well youre getting close
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The tension grows
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Defy conjecture and accept the rose
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Don't stay high high-igh-igh-igh
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On abuse
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Who was it that said the world is my oyster?
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I feel like a nympho stuck in a cloister!
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Cold son, i am
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A cold son, i am
Em
Face-plant stumble ahead
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Victim of your rival pretensions know me
Em
Face-plant stumble ahead
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Rival to the bitter pretensions know me
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Cold son, i am
  Em   D      A
A cold son, i am