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Jacob Vanko

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Jacob Vanko
Jacob Vanko
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I feel a cold creepin' round my doorstep I got that old feelin' runnin' down my neck We're in a state of emergency, desperate For somethin' to pay us the currency Orders are tall, makin' holes in my attic Mortars and small envelopes wreak havoc Pilein' high like a glass castle mansion Tryin' to fight the low-class battle, hey I Wanna come inside Warm up by the fire Warm up by the fire Drivin' a car in the dark, no headlights With a guitar, loose lips, wrongs and rights I see a long, broke mumblin' Breadline Carryin' on, just shufflin Oh, open up wide, guzzle down the season Regular life is gonna seem uneven Takin' a dose of calamity's treatment Gettin' a loan from a tragedy, hey I Wanna come inside Warm up by the fire Warm up by the fire I feel a cold creepin' round my doorstep I got that old feelin' runnin' down my neck We're in a state of emergency, desperate For somethin' to pay us the currency I wanna come inside, warm up by the fire I wanna come inside, warm up by the fire I wanna come inside, warm up by the fire I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire I wanna come inside, warm up by the fire I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire Warm up by the fire
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