Hollows - Cold, Grey | Текст песни

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• Cold, Grey

These cold, grey streets where I grew up
They don't move no more, they're just stuck in time.
And these cold, grey lines running down my arms
The ebb and flow of life has left them severed and worn.
These cold, grey streets where I grew up
They don't feel like home, where I once was.
And these cold, grey lines running down my arms
Once a gift of life now just vessels of death.

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