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Cold, still, i breathed, and reckoned with my head Cut in, and see My vision's tainted red Become my only line of self defence I've felt my conscience laking away I've got to carry the weight, I've got to feel the flame I've got to breathe the air I've got to face it all Cold, still i freezed, and thought of what I said Cut in, and see my thoughts have been drained I've got to carry the weight, I've got to feel the flame I've got to breathe the air I've got to face it all From Letras Mania