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With my hands cuffed behind my back |
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broken from my toes up to my neck. |
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With a ball and chain I walk in. |
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Another part of my life will now begin. |
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I´m wonderin´ when my time will come. |
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I´m waitin´ in line, not going forth. |
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My coldblooded soul doesn´t seem to care |
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a broken mind and a backstabbing stare. |
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Darkness grabs me and beats my helpless soul |
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My conscience like an empty bowl. |
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You can´t visit, I´ll never see you again |
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We lived our lives together, together as one. |
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Never follow your heart when it´s lead by your head. |
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Look at me, I´m not that bad. |
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I know it´s hard to believe, but believe when I say |
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