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Lyrics for 'Cold Blooded Old Times' by 'Smog'
Cold-blooded Old Times
The Type Of Memories
That Turns Your Bones To Glass
Turns 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
The Type Of Memory
That Turns Your Bones To Glass
Turns Your Bones To Glass
And Though You Where
Just A Little Swirl
You Understood Every Word
And In This Way They Gave You Clarity
A Cold-blooded Clarity
Cold-blooded Old Times
Now How Can I Stand
And Laugh With The Man
Who Redefined Your Body
Those Cold-blooded Old Times...
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