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Cold creeps through my fingertips like
The frostbitten night, the frostbitten night
Cold creeps up the length of my spine
I am surrendering, I am surrendering
Cold creeps through the innocence
Look what they left me with, look what they left me with
Cold torturous instruments
Dig into my head again, dig into my head

A single silver thread strung around my neck
No one knows it’s there
‘Cause no one thought to check
The creeps will curl the knot
And whistle as they work
Though they’ll soon be gone
They’re certain to return

The cold creeps in a silent attack
Oh I know you’ll be back, I know you’ll be back
Cold creeps in the invisible hurt
Oh I know you’ll return, I know you’ll return

The cold creeps in a silent attack
Oh I know you’ll be back, I know you’ll be back
Cold creeps in the invisible hurt
Oh I know you’ll return, I know you’ll return


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