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So tell me what I pay for the price of freedom |
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No healthy survival in rooms unattached |
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Just trying to touch you, but never to hold you |
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In this burning confusion, with hands made of clay |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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In this prison of nowhere, you've played my emotions |
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You've stretched my condition, my head is all fire |
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With gates made of iron, like a lamb to the slaughter |
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Emotional torture is a game you enjoy |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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The importance of nothing, your own bleak conclusion |
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Illusion's an answer, but never the healer |
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And crippled in silence, the stretch of a lifetime |
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The power to hold me, your pleasure to gain |
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It's a dicey situation I have found myself in |
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It's a dicey situation I have found myself in |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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You've got your hand on my heart |
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On my heart |
