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The coldest shoulder cast in metal
Frozen to the bone
To rely on hook, line and sinker
What a sinker
Sinking like a stone
You'd be better off alone
She saw me on the television underneath the sun
Thought that I was warm like mother, lover, brother
Brother, she was wrong
Me, I don't long to belong
Cold, been excommunicated cos I'm cold
My temperature's been rated and I'm cold
Bring to me my big old sweater
Nothing more will make me better
I met her on Monday and my heart did nothing new
Seems she thought of me as some mystic, fatalistic, mystical guru
Me, I haven't got a clue
But floating on a magic carpet high above the earth
You can see the world like a Buddha, bread and Buddha
Bigger than you hurt
Don't you know that love is work
Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold
And Capricorn is rising yes I'm cold
Listened to my old Nockles
Hoped that it would warm the cockles
You can't fight the fear you can't, this is the road you're on
You don't belong to me you don't belong to any one
Your reputation lies not in your eyes, but those who dare
Will bite the hand that feeds when it don't meet your needs
When you got blood to bleed, you got a life to lead
In the flood with my blood I can hold you
Cold, been excommunicated cos I'm cold
My temperature's been rated and I'm cold
Bring to me my big old sweater
Nothing more will make me better
Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold
There'll be no comprimising, cold, cool, cold
Stone cold
Stone cold
Cold
Cold
Cold
The coldest shoulder cast in metal  Frozen to the bone  To rely on hook, line and sinker  What a sinker  Sinking like a stone  You'd be better off alone  She saw me on the television underneath the sun  Thought that I was warm like mother, lover, brother  Brother, she was wrong  Me, I don't long to belong  Cold, been excommunicated cos I'm cold  My temperature's been rated and I'm cold  Bring to me my big old sweater  Nothing more will make me better  I met her on Monday and my heart did nothing new  Seems she thought of me as some mystic, fatalistic, mystical guru  Me, I haven't got a clue  But floating on a magic carpet high above the earth  You can see the world like a Buddha, bread and Buddha  Bigger than you hurt  Don't you know that love is work  Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold  And Capricorn is rising yes I'm cold  Listened to my old Nockles  Hoped that it would warm the cockles  You can't fight the fear you can't, this is the road you're on  You don't belong to me you don't belong to any one  Your reputation lies not in your eyes, but those who dare  Will bite the hand that feeds when it don't meet your needs  When you got blood to bleed, you got a life to lead  In the flood with my blood I can hold you  Cold, been excommunicated cos I'm cold  My temperature's been rated and I'm cold  Bring to me my big old sweater  Nothing more will make me better  Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold  There'll be no comprimising, cold, cool, cold  Stone cold  Stone cold  Cold  Cold  Cold