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Hands tied, eyes closed. |
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So many things |
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I've had to say |
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So many chances have escaped. |
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Facing life with blinders on |
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A slave to my own inhibitions. |
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And at times there's peace |
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Moments of release |
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From the terror that petrifies life. |
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But it never lasts |
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The sky's are overcast. |
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The bravado is washed away. |
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Hands tied, eyes closed. |
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The things |
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I've had to say |
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Chances I've let escape |
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Watch them slip away, watch them die out. |
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Always there |
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Hidden fear |
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Of self doubt |
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Cant break out. |
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I wont let it win |
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I cant let it win. |
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I wont let it win |
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I cant let it win. |
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Close my eyes and hope |
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Hope it goes away |
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Hope I'm safe inside for another day. |
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Close my eyes and hope |
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Hope it goes away |
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Hope I'm safe inside for another day. |
