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I want you chained to a bed |
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Widespread and open |
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Like the open sea |
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Let me the river |
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To that sea |
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In my utter weakness |
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Why do we seethe hands over my face |
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Maybe I try |
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Maybe I'd rather be |
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In my own waves |
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Like the dawning of a new day |
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I am free |
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But my hands are and my feet are |
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Chained and bound |
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And it's you behind the rust that's killing me |
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I want you chained to a bed |
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Widespread and open |
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Like the open sea |
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The feathers will fall and the wings will grow tired |
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As the summer make way for the autumn of your life. |
