Phil Campbell cold engines

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Runnin' slow like cold engines do
On the hills of bleak mornings through
Streets are ready to explode, but I won't die today
I saw a man in some troubled way
Reached my hand to lend comfort there
Bit down hard and drew blood, but I won't die today
I sang the hymns that once warmed my soul
Old pianos, in wood floor halls
A beauty shone was my teacher and still today
I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire
I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire
I once caught crickets on a sunny day
A matchbox open, some got away
Their wings defying they were singing we won't die today
You heard some words that you hung on to
For 40 years, they gut you through
so raise a glass to your sill, cause you won't die today
I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire
I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire
And you shed tears that made you feel whole
Telling lies about all you know
If you climb down from your sill you wont die today
Tracing patterns all up your arm
Chasing limits that'll do you harm
Your eyes will open once more and you wont die today

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