She stand in there, I'm in here, look away, hold the scar way down

Now don't you ever go, we're walking the cow away

Don't know what it is but it feels like something real

She's holy, she's a sinking ship by land



She says you're crying for my cold, cold dead fingers

I have to pry her for my cold, cold dead fingers



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She says you're crying for my cold, cold dead fingers

We have to pry her for my cold, cold dead finger