| I just don’t believe, I’m ready for today
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| This paranoid pain is coming back again
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| Oh, that picture, momma placed
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| By the window, oh, how I hate my face
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| And there’s people all outside, behind the curtains silver lines
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| With all their lies hey’re all like mine, all like mine
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| But, when the wind blows
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| I’ll go, I’ll go
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| And I will be released
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| Break these chains set me free
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| And I will be released
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| Break these chains
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| I can think of brighter days, they were golden in a way
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| Words were not this grey, but now prices will be paid
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| When I walk in the paths
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| Of all you guilty ones, someday
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| 'Cause I cannot help my heart when it’s beating in the dark
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| Afraid next time, I won’t cry, I won’t cry
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| And when the times change
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| I’ll go away, I’m away
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| And I will be released
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| Break these chains set me free
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| And I will be released
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| Break these chains
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| Like a pilot I will fly
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| Way up in the sky
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| I’ll be free
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| I’ll be high, high, high
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| And I will be released
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| Break these chains, break these chains
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| So I can be released, praying on my knees
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| That I can be released, that I can be released, oh
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| So I can be released, praying on my knees
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| That I can be released, that I can be released
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| Then I will be released
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| Break these chains set me free
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| And I will be released
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| Break these chains set me free
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| Like a pilot I will fly
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| Way up in the sky
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| I’ll be free
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| I’ll be high, high, high
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| And I will be released
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| Break these chains, break these chains
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| I can think of brighter days, they were golden in a way
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| Words were not this grey, but I can break these chains |