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
Just a little squirrеl
You understood every word
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
Just a little squirrеl
You understood every word
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