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Empty all of your pockets, howl at the moon Take all the bandages off all of your wounds There ain't nothing colder than the heart, son, of the one that you Leave behind Ain't nothing stronger than this northern sunshine I still got them holes, I let the blood pour free I want you to know, I got them claws out of me God plays the piano, but in heaven no words come out If everything's perfect there ain't nothing to write about And the devil, he plays the fiddle, it echoes all through hеll And from what I hear he don’t evеn play it that well I ain’t any better, but at least I’m free I’m light as a feather, I got them claws out of me There’s frost in all of the shadows, everyone is numb Take 'em by the wrist, honey show 'em how it's done I don't know what I'm running from, I ain’t gonna stop to see I feel the future at my back trying to make me history I kept breathing, it's true, killed everything I had been Let me be your muse, I got them claws out of me From Letras Mania