Cold dead fingers


She stand in there, I'm in here, look away, hold the scar way down
Now don't you ever go, we're walking the cow away
Don't know what it is but it feels like something real
She's holy, she's a sinking ship by land
She says you're crying for my cold, cold dead fingers
I have to pry her for my cold, cold dead fingers

She says you're crying for my cold, cold dead fingers
We have to pry her for my cold, cold dead finger







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