(1989 / Tehran-Iran)

Cold Like Snow

where are your words? your tone is low
you're hiding some where I dont know!
the child inside you, let it go
I ask your feelings and its: so so!
every fault you have you say: whoah NO!
that a fact: cold like snow.. cold like snow!

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