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Bill Callahan
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Cold-Blooded Old Times
Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times
The type of memories that turn your bones to glass turn your bones to glass
mother came rushing in she said we didn't see a thing we said we didn't see a thing
and father left at eight nearly splintering the gate cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times
the type of memories that turn your bones turn your bones to glass
and though you were Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com just a little squirrel you understood every word
and in this way they gave you clarity a cold-blooded clarity
Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times
though how can I stand and laugh with the man who redefined your body?
how can I stand and laugh with the man who redefined your body?
those cold-blooded old times cold-blooded old times cold-blooded old times
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