| I am locked out, I am locked in
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| The final nail in the coffin
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| Underwater or under the sky
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| I don’t know how, I don’t know why
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| If we started again from the very beginning
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| I’d still miss you, I’d still miss you
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| A different path to the very same heartstrings
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| That now form a noose, that now form a noose
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| Passion becomes a prison
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| And I’m trying to relive what I no longer feel
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| Freedom is not free
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| An apocalypse in heaven for me
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| Slipping away from you
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| Right through the bars of our prison cell
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| I am locked out, I am locked in
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| Holding the final nail for the coffin
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| The ashes of my energy
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| Bring me to my misery
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| If we started again with the same old delusions
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| I’d still believe them, I’d still believe them
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| In my head, we’re tied by the very same heartstrings
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| That pull me straight down
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| Passion becomes a prison
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| And I’m trying to relive what I no longer feel
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| Freedom is not free
|
| An apocalypse in heaven for me
|
| Slipping away from you
|
| Right through the bars of our prison cell
|
| I am locked out, I am locked in
|
| Holding the final nail for the coffin
|
| The ashes of my energy
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| Bring me to my misery
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| The ashes of my
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| Bring me to my
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| Slipping away from you
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| Right through the bars of our prison cell
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| I am locked out, I am locked in
|
| Slipping away from you
|
| Right through the bars of our prison cell
|
| I am locked out, I am locked in
|
| Holding the final nail for the coffin
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| Getting away from you
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| Right through the bars of our prison cell
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| I am locked out, I am locked in
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| Holding the final nail for the coffin |