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    Manic Street Preachers Too Cold Here текст песни

    Too Cold Here

    Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly
    You soon wish you couldn’t see at all
    Tortured in the mind, six voices alone
    Futile gestures, emotionless groans
    Everyone asks what’s wrong, but what’s right?
    And a cute lie makes everything uptight
    To kill your dream before it’s considered
    To live in silence, airless closet, no vision

    It’s easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to call
    Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at all

    Too cold here
    Turn yourself bleeding inside
    Always look for walls to lean beside
    Too cold here
    Turn yourself bleed it’s eyes
    Always look for shade to cover your eyes

    Self pity yourself is so shallow
    I am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone
    Whisky my coral, my piece of mind
    Hello Mr. Samsung you can’t clean my soul
    Wake up sighing, mass for the bleeding
    Never share sadness mine no man prays painless
    Coalescing mine are hidden rooms,
    Cannot give anything and never could

    Prison it’s only four walls but sometimes
    The mind is the smallest prison of all,
    Offering there upon offering
    As a ball with a touch feels
    Through its fall, through its fall.

    Too cold here
    Turn yourself bleeding inside
    Always look for walls
    To lean beside
    Too cold here
    Turn yourself bleed it’s eyes
    Always look for shade
    To cover your eyes



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