Refrigerator Car - Spin Doctors

Your heart is a refrigerator car

It’s cold and it never waits

Frozen truth and frostbite

Stacked unopen crates

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You never loved your frozen freight

Perishables and bloodless meat

You rolling snowball soul of sleet

You never wait

You roll across the desert

And clack across the sand

Though snakes may fry outside

Flowers crumble petrified in your hand

Your heart’s a paid-off porter

You lied to spare your soul

With one arm you blow your brains out

With the other you dig the hole

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Grey ice in your hinges

Sliding doors shut frozen locked

Airtight every tiny hole

With hard white putty caucked

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