Cold
in mid of aisle
in mid of a jungle
cold crawling on my skin
I just read a bulletin
I thought I would survive
Forgetting you in one to five
Alongside haulage road
I lean against a window
Every time I count even and odd
I just see an arrow
Fixed and stabbed me in a row
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