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Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

The type of memories

That turn your bones to glass

Turn your bones to glass

Mother came rushing in

She said, we didn't see a thing

We said, we didn't see a thing

And father left at eight

Nearly splintering the gate

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

The type of memories

That turn your bones to glass

Turn your bones to glass

And though you were

Just a little squirrel

You understood every word

And in this way

They gave you clarity

A cold blooded clarity

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Though how can I stand

And laugh with the man

Who redefined your body?

How can I stand

And laugh with the man

Who redefined your body?

Those cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times

Cold blooded old times