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This Wicked Cold

It numbs my hands It frosts my soul Plays with my head This wicked cold I'm petrified, angry Frozen, can't think Thoughts spin in circles A mental ice rink I want you to warm me To melt in my skin Climb over my glaciers Heat me with sin Please hurry come burn me A storm's to unfold Flame me, save me From this cruel wicked cold.

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