He said, she said
Your heart is cold,
Your hand is cold,
Your eyes are red,
Your thoughts are dead,
And now upon a road I tread,
At night towards an empty bed.
Your hand is cold,
Your eyes are red,
Your thoughts are dead,
And now upon a road I tread,
At night towards an empty bed.
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