Eighteen Below
And if the sun don't shine
Know that a new day's on the rise
And if I close my eyes
Know that I'll see it through
You know that I'll take away the pain
But in the end I was to blame
Know that it will never be the same
Cause in the end I was to blame
Secrets to be bought and sold
Levees that will never hold
Blood to sweep me off my feet
Work until ends meet
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