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The Weekend Cold Feet

been living Who taught you to be so safe anyways? A scar is just a battle wound, it tells the tale of earlier days Before cold feet, cold feet

t been living Who taught you to be so safe anyways? A scar is just a battle wound, it tells the tale of earlier days Before cold feet, cold feet

the site you see before eyes --- [Black Thought] Just push the panic button on your remote control Then enter the zone where our patrolers will get round cold

me wrong On a summer night, on a summer night On a summer night, on a summer night A cold chill, a cold chill, a cold chill, cold chill Weekends came and weekends

me wrong On a summer night, on a summer night On a summer night, on a summer night A cold chill, a cold chill, a cold chill, cold chill Weekends came and weekends

Three feet of snow feel on the Walnut Road Two feet trudged Round the corner came the sound of bad dreams The flame is old. The Thames is cold. Cakebrick

. His lips are chapped, his breath is obscene You cold squeeze his pus-filled face and pop it like an ugly zit! He walks around town, you can smell hils feet

drink in my hand, My feet on the ground, and my head in the sand Scotch whiskey, rum, and beer That the only reason I'm here Looks like another lost weekend

Stuck here for the weekend Kickin on a tin-can, out of my mind Stuck here for indefinite Talking to myself, half of the time Stone cold black'n'blue My