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[Intro] [Verse] London docks, the air is freezing Breathing heavy, lungs are wheezing Squeezing through the rusty gates Checking on the heavy crates Forged a Basquiat with precision Laundered cash, a dark ambition Stuffed the notes in oil tubes Played the game with different rules Acrylic drying on the fake One mistake is all it takes Shadows dancing on the crane Mixing pleasure with the pain [Pre-Chorus] Ice on the Thames tonight Waiting for the flashing light My partner had a hidden blade The price of every choice we made [Chorus] Frost on the canvas, blood on the floor I don't play the game no more Ghost in the shadows, ghost in the yard Playing with a marked card Cold wind blowing through the dock Watching every tick of the clock [Post-Chorus] (Ice cold) (Yeah, they sold) (Never told) (Money fold) [Verse] Varnish wet, the colors bleeding Saw the snake, his eyes were greedy Sirens screaming in the distance Met with zero real resistance Until he pulled the chrome out Left me with a heavy doubt Slipped into the freezing mist Crossed him off the lucky list Oil paint on my designer sleeve Harder than you would believe Running through the winter slush Drop the palette, drop the brush [Hook] They want the art I want the heart Rip it apart Back to the start Cold in the vein Driving me insane [Bridge] Oil paint and dirty money Nothing in this life is funny Silver frames and golden lies Looking through a dead man's eyes Run until the sun comes up Drink from a broken cup Empty dock and empty soul Losing all my self-control [Verse] Hiding in the shipping bay Wait until the break of day Tubes of lead and tubes of gold Stories that will stay untold Basquiat was just a fake Just like every breath you take Left him by the frozen water Lamb led to the silent slaughter Now I'm ghosting through the city Feeling zero sense of pity Keep the crown, I'll keep the stash Turning all the art to cash [Chorus] Frost on the canvas, blood on the floor I don't play the game no more Ghost in the shadows, ghost in the yard Playing with a marked card Cold wind blowing through the dock Watching every tick of the clock [Post-Chorus] (Ice cold) (Yeah, they sold) (Never told) (Money fold) [Outro]
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