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My hands are tied, the spirit is gone |
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All that was right is now forlorn |
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And where is the fire that once was inside |
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The spirit is gone |
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My hands are tied |
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There's a silver snake guarding my heart |
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It spits and curls itself around |
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The silver coil is all you get |
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I told you to take it slow |
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I told you I was young |
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Oh, and I will follow you all across the ocean |
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Where everything begins anew and is kept in motion |
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Oh, I will follow you all across the ocean |
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Where everything begins anew |
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My hands are tied |
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The spirit is gone |
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And where is the fire |
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That once kept me going |
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There's a silver snake inside my head |
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This silver coil is in my hide |
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This silver coil is all you get |
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This silver coil is on my tongue |
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This silver coil is all you'll taste |
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This silver coil around my lungs |
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Oh, now I will follow you all across the ocean |
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Where everything begins anew and is kept in motion |
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Oh, I will follow you all across the ocean |
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Where everything begins anew |
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My hands are tied |
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The spirit has gone |
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And where is the fire |
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That once kept me going |
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Oh, and now I will follow you all across the ocean |
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Where everything begins anew and is kept in motion |
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Oh, I will follow you all across the ocean |
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Where everything begins anew |
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My hands are tied |
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The spirit has gone |
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And where is the fire |
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That once kept me going |
