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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 to short to be wasted,

so why do I sit around?

Dance on the edge of a razor,

get off the ground!

And I'll never return!

Walk on fighting,

don't look ever back.

Walk on fighting,

don't you look back

to your cries.

The phone it waits in silence,

no message left by you.

There is no use in crying,

I know I've been a fool.

Now it is too late,

no words left to say.

I gotta call it fate,

forget and look away.

Life is to short to be wasted,

so why do I sit around?

Dance on the edge of a razor,

get off the ground!

And I'll never return!

Walk on fighting,

don't look ever back.

Walk on fighting,

don't you look back

to your cries.