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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