The ivory is cold, where is my desire
In a cage of gold, not a trace of fire
Ice cold as ice. I'm heading for tomorrow
I am tired of waiting. I'll beg and steal and borrow

Life is too short to be wasted
So why do I sit around
Dance on the edge of a razor
Get off the ground a

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