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Cold
1 ReviewsWe're trapped here, victims of circumstance.
This biting cold
Cannot be stopped
Cutting through us like a knife
Unrelenting
Our warmth slips away
Stolen by thieves
Along with our freedom
Sharp silver needles so bright
Stealing the very blood from our veins
Drop by drop
But never stealing our lives in the literal sense
It just further cements us in the fact
That we're trapped here
A victim of circumstance
Prisoner to the whims of jailers
The unending shuffle
The simple facts of life
We may never get out of here
Cannot be stopped
Cutting through us like a knife
Unrelenting
Our warmth slips away
Stolen by thieves
Along with our freedom
Sharp silver needles so bright
Stealing the very blood from our veins
Drop by drop
But never stealing our lives in the literal sense
It just further cements us in the fact
That we're trapped here
A victim of circumstance
Prisoner to the whims of jailers
The unending shuffle
The simple facts of life
We may never get out of here
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