Trial And Terror
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Cover yourself with everything you can
Just to walk outside
Buried inside an artificial tent
With everything to hide
I’m positive this can’t be
This can’t be right
January’s cold, but February’s colder
I can’t stand to hold her (I can’t stand to hold)
I’m a little older, I wish that I had told her
January’s cold, February’s colder
I can’t stand to hold her (I can’t stand to hold)
Cut yourself free, please abandon me
Before things get really bad
Things are really bad.
Cut yourself free, please abandon me.
Don’t blame yourself for my curiosity
I swear it’s not your fault
Trial and error, tragedy
These bitter tears I swear they’re filled with salt
I’m positive this cant’ be
This can’t be right
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