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I've been sitting around for way to long |
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and the world is looking like it's getting smaller by the minute |
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I am bound |
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up in chains |
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and I just have to say |
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Let me run like the horses on the range |
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and I promise you I'll never |
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ever complain |
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Let me run from |
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all these years of wasted space |
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and I promise you I'll never |
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ever change |
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These chains that are holding me |
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make it so hard for me to breath |
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the air |
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that most of us do not see |
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I'll speak for all |
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comfined by these walls |
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which has held |
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us to |
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a humiliating crawl |
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there ain't no doubt |
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once I get out |
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I'm gonna run like the horses on the range |
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and I promise you I'll never |
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ever complain |
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Let me run from |
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all these years of wasted space |
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and I promise you I'll never |
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ever change |
