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Raised Fist lyrics : "City Of Cold"

We live in the city of cold.
And even though i have to admit, that sometimes we love to spit on it.
But i would take a million bullets for it, the centre of this story.


And when i quit, to commit to the pit.
And when i've stopped to transmit, bury me in a hole under my favourite tree.

Wait a bit, say goodbye, put a $%&^$%&^x lid on it and split.

We live in the cit y of cold, strangely enough we're proud of it.

When at home burning the flag, when away living in a bag.
Getting mad, feeling sad.


City of cold,
On with the shoeshine.
Stepping on those $%&^$%&^x toes, now and forever.

The city of cold where you can't grow old.

And when i quit to commit to the pit.

And when i've stopped to transmit, bury me in a $%&^$%&^x hole,
Wait a bit, say goodbye and off you go.


We live in the cit y of snow.
So small and cold, five hundred years old.
No stories untold, no one is in control.

Sounds cute i know, small city with snow, one street, no flow.

And even though i mostly hate the snow,

Now and forever, it 's better then hating people i don't even know.

And even if you want your own fame to grow,

I wouldn't talk $%&^x about people i don't even know.

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