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Frank Hops
Frosted glass, it's bitter cold
She's somewhere, buried in the snow
The shivers down your spine, where the rusted nails reside
Just close your eyes, and shut the blinds
Don't let the light in
Don't let the light in
Please, just don't let the light in
When I woke up, the sun hid away
You grabbed your shoes, my scarf, your booze, then you walked
You slipped on the ice
Car crashed you died
I wish you were safe
