Tears for Fears

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     B
The coldest shoulder cast in metal
Frozen to the bone
To rely on hook, line and sinker
                                A
What a sinker, sinking like a stone
You'd be better off alone
     B
She saw me on the television, underneath the sun
Thought that I was warm like a mother, lover, brother
                   A
Brother, she was wrong
                     C# D#
Me, I don't long to belong

Chorus:
E           G                         E
Cold, been excommunicated 'cause I'm cold
    G                                E
My temperature's been rated and I'm cold
  G
Bring to me my big old sweater
 A
Nothing more will make me better

I met her on a Monday and my heart did nothing new
Seems she thought of me as some mystic,
fatalistic, mystical guru
Me, I haven't got a clue
But floating on a magic carpet high above the earth
In the flood
You can see the world like a Buddha,
bread and Buddha
With my blood, I can hold you
Bigger than your hurt
In the flood, with my blood, I can hold you
Don't you know that love is work?
In the flood
King got caught with his fingers in the till
With my blood
Where's your calculator?
Will you leave it in your will?

Chorus:
Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold
And Capricorn is rising, yes I'm cold
Listened to my old friend Nockles
Hoped that it would warm the cockles

B                                                 A
You can't fight the fear, you can't, this is the road you're on.
E                                          D
You don't belong to me you don't belong to anyone
B                                                 A
Your reputation lies not in your eyes but those who dare
E
will bite the hand that feeds when it don't meet your needs
F#                      G
when you got blood to bleed you got a life to lead...

In the flood, with my blood, I can hold you
In the flood, with my blood, I can hold you
King got caught with his fingers in the till

Chorus:
Cold, been excommunicated 'cause I'm cold
My temperature's been rated and I'm cold
Bring to me my big old sweater
Nothing more will make me better

Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold
There'll be no compromising, cold
Cool, cold
Stone cold, stone cold, stone cold, stone cold
Stone cold, stone cold, stone cold, stone cold
Cold, cool, cold
Stone cold, stone cold, stone cold, stone cold
Stone cold, stone cold, stone cold, stone cold