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Interpret:
Tears For Fears
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The coldest shoulder cast in metal
Frozen to the bone
To rely on hook, line and sinker
What a sinker
Sinking like a stone
Youd be better off alone
She saw me on the television underneath the sun
Thought that I was warm like mother, lover, brother
Brother, she was wrong
Me, I dont long to belong
Cold, been excommunicated cos Im cold
My temperatures been rated and Im cold
Bring to me my big old sweater
Nothing more will make me better
I met her on Monday and my heart did nothing new
Seems she thought of me as some mystic, fatalistic, mystical guru
Me, I havent got a clue
But floating on a magic carpet high above the earth
You can see the world like a Buddha, bread and Buddha
Bigger than you hurt
Dont you know that love is work
Cold, no heat on the horizon guess Im cold
And Capricorn is rising yes Im cold
Listened to my old Nockles
Hoped that it would warm the cockles
You cant fight the fear you cant, this is the road youre on
You dont belong to me you dont belong to any one
Your reputation lies not in your eyes, but those who dare
Will bite the hand that feeds when it dont meet your needs
When you got blood to bleed, you got a life to lead
In the flood with my blood I can hold you
Cold, been excommunicated cos Im cold
My temperatures been rated and Im cold
Bring to me my big old sweater
Nothing more will make me better
Cold, no heat on the horizon guess Im cold
Therell be no comprimising, cold, cool, cold
Stone cold
Stone cold
Cold
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04.Aug.2001 04:08:32 |
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26.Nov.2003 20:11:50 |
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