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The Winter Bites My Bones
The Winter Bites My Bones Standing all alone amongst the howling winds, I count my sins and shiver, shiver, shiver Icy cold reflections freeze me to the spot No longer will I find warmth in my denials...
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Graveyard
I always found the taste of Heaven stale, like coffee three days old. I prefer to spend my nights in graveyards with ghosts, in the company of stone angels and cemetery cats whispering my secrets to...
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The Winter Bites My Bones
The winter bites my bones Standing all alone amongst the howling winds, I count my sins and shiver, shiver, shiver Icy cold reflections freeze me to the spot No longer will I find warmth in my...
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The Winter Bites My Bones
The winter bites my bones - standing all alone amongst the howling winds! I count my sins and shiver, shiver, shiver … icy cold reflections freeze me to the spot. No longer will I find warmth in my...
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Last Call
Last night, as I lay muddled, in my whiskey-soaked slumber, A wraith-like mist appeared; blue-black and musty scented in tattered rags dipped in dust. My burning sleep-clenched eyes could not squeeze...
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