Chilled To The Bone

Itīs coming down just to vanish in rain again
My headīs like a frozen icicle
Eyes cold smile
I must say this is not my style
The sky has fallen over me
It really doesnīt matter to me

This place is blown
Angels didnīt ever pray for me
Canīt blame the angels now, can I?
Iīm breathing in fumes
The night is taking me inside
You made my life a mess, but honey...
It really doesnīt matter to me

Itīs coming down
It really doesnīt matter to me

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