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Do you seriously believe |
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That you will not be a prisoner? |
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Do you insistently try |
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Over and over to seem free in life |
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in the ways you treat your loves and the lives and your troubles and fights and me? |
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Well let me say |
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Yeah, go ahead and try |
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But I say you will be captive along with me |
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We're stuck in the muck of our hearts |
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And the fear that we'll find that these feelings of ours start to seem like bars |
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So we squirm |
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and sink deeper |
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Yes we wriggle into jail cells |
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But I say let feelings hold you |
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I say embrace your captors |
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I say get to know them deep |
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Have no news you won't hear |
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Have no truths you won't tear |
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No hope that'll you'll ever have freedom |
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From your tyrant heart |
