| With the rope around my neck
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| I’ll stand alone with my pride
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| Where are you now?
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| Where are those noble hearts?
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| Your voice
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| Ripples through my spine
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| My heart keeps your secrets
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| I hope yours keep mine
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| It has been sung so many times
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| «We only know what we’ve been told»
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| And still we follow blinded
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| Guided by lies
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| Because mediocrity
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| Is so comforting
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| Why did you put
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| That wild heart to sleep?
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| What have you become?
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| A weak passerby to everyone
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| Loyal to the hand that strangles you
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| What have you become?
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| My knee will only touch the ground for the bond of love
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| Not for fear or surrender like yours
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| Not for fear or surrender like yours
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| What have you become?
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| Yearning for a life
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| You are too idle to create
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| Loyal to the mouth that bites you
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| What have you become? |