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Gloves hold you in, accessorize Corners of sin and potential crimes The colds scolds your chin, draws some salt from an eye But even the wind can't get much of a rise How long will it take you to want to go home? How long will it take you to learn there is none? You were a sister, a daughter, just what was your role In that family now scored with stitches and holes?You got somewhere to be, so you can't get lost And you're filled with a substance that melts any frost/Karate - Water