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Cold - Year of the Spider - Black Sunday
Year of the Spider
01. Remedy
02. Suffocate
03. Cure My Tragedy (A Letter to God)
04. Stupid Girl
05. Don’t Belong
06. Wasted Years
07. Whatever You Became
08. Sad Happy
09. Rain Song
10. The Day Seattle Died
11. Change the World
12. Black Sunday
13. Kill the Music Industry / Gone Away
I can't breathe at all
And it hurts to think
That time could heal my wounds
Feelin' I've been betrayed
Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts
I can't sleep at all
Now you're gone away
I can't fake this anymore
Guess I could blame it all
On god's game
Or explain what my life's for

Caught in a winter's rain
And I can't remember a word you said
Take away my fear please hold on to me
I'm fallin', fallin'

I will trade it all for another day
Just to feel you and your warmth
But even pictures fade
Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts
I can't see at all
Did you fly away
Did the stars shine bright for you
Guess I could blame it all
On god's game
It was fate that carried you

Caught in a winter's rain
And I can't remember a word you said
Take away my fear please hold on to me
I'm fallin', fallin'

You always take away
Take away
Take away
Take away

Caught in a winter's rain
And I can't remember a word you said
Take away my fear please hold on to me
I'm fallin'
Caught in a winter's rain
And I can't remember a word you said
Take away my fear please hold on to me
I'm fallin'
And I'm fallen down
Fallen down
Fallen down
Fallen down, fall
(Fallen, fallen, fallen)