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I stalk a place where the cold delights me A polar zone that's not unlike me I can't settle for a simple nest I like changing the no's to yes Cold suns, bitter nights Hand tools chip the ice Once more, nothing there I tread the surface, lightly, lightly I see a shape and she's not unsightly She can soothe as she ignites That's what I mine for beneath the ice I say the words but stand refused I move in close and light the fuse Cold suns, bitter nights Hand tools chip the ice I'm fixed in a vice What glare I stare Bright ice Letras de canciones Eyes her weapon, cut's the plan But cut in two I'm twice the man I rip the strings and find the pelt Slide the switch and it starts to melt I'm the half that fits the whole It's 90 south and she crowns the pole From Letras Mania