Quarrel

You'll get tired of attempts to kill me
Cuz you know that I will survive
And all of your bullets as well as your words
Make me shiver though bring me to life

I'll get covered with ice and fire
And jump out of the window one night
But then I'll forgive you, my friend
Spring will come to my soul with the light

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