Cold Blooded Old Times

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cold blooded old times
the type of memories
that turn your bones to glass
turn your bones into 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
the type of memories
that turn your bones to glass

and though you were
just a little squirrel
you understood every word

and in this way
they gave you clarity
a cold blooded clarity

cold blooded old times

how can i stand
and laugh with the man
who re-defined your body?

in those cold blooded old times