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Cold Comfort - Anthony D'Amato
Cut your losses
Each day gets a little bit shorter
Just be honest
It's bad blood but you really can't afford it
Oh how the sycamore bows its head to the hurricane
Oh now the reservoir fills its bed with the summer rain
And I don't know what to say
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
Spread the ashes
It's time to shed your skin again
Hide the matches
One strike and you'll never get it lit again
Oh how the tourniquet soaked in blood's
Just the start of it
Oh now the tournament's just begun
And we're part of it
I don't know what to say
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
Oh how the sycamore bows its head to the hurricane
Oh now the reservoir spills its edge with the summer rain
And I don't know what to say
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
That wouldn't be cold comfort
