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Verse 1

Three fifteen on the dockside wall

Rubber soles squeak on the freezing floor

White fog pushes through the cargo door

You shake the frost from your heavy coat

Low sub vibrating in your throat

Two hundred bodies in a cloud of steam

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You hear the whistle on the frozen sound

You feel the tremble in the iron ground

Cold mist rises to your collarbone

You never move in this room alone

Can you take it when the sirens call?

Can you catch it when the timbers fall?

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Verse 2

Four sixteen on the LED

You slide your heels