I've got cold feet that won't start but I've got a cold, cold heart
That keeps beating.
I've got these old knives and lives I've led.
I've got this old pounding in my head.
I've got this old recurring dream,
It's filled with blood and sounds of screams.
Crept through your house, I swear that I
Brushed by so close I swear that I
I could feel your heart beat, baby.
I know you feel all alone, but I
Know exactly where you are and I
I can feel your heart beat, baby.
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