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I​.​C​.​U

from WHITE LINES by COLD

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it's the fucking dead of night, we'll pick up stones
and smash the windows and crash the door to break into your homes

In my head i keep a secret plan
i point at you my invisibe guns...

And i'm afraid that you won't stop us, it's like a fuckin' hype
evenings are becoming stressful, just stay in - don't go out!
neons, daylight and the streetlights, a perfect hide…


after hour after hour after hour after hour after hour after hour
we try to steal the light...

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from WHITE LINES, released November 17, 2014

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