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Cold, rising, rising up, right until we fall.
Reaching in the dark, nothing's there to talk.
I wish I could love.
But I'm still numb.
But I'm still numb.
Cold, rising, rising up, right until we fall.
Reaching in the dark, nothing's there to talk.
I wish I could love.
But I'm still numb.
But I'm still numb.