| The shackles I wear not made from a chain
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| They make but a whisper in the dead of night
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| Without a sound I find myself bound
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| To wander the place where I was alive
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| And you, my friend, have come on an errand
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| I know that you have a story like I did
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| But no one can know, if you don’t show
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| The pain in your heart and the cry at your lips
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| I’m not from this place, I traveled from far
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| I came here after they ended the war
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| Tried to forget but when I closed my eyes
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| I saw blood on my hands and a gun on the floor
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| So it was here I put a knife to my breast
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| And here I will remain evermore
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| But you can go on, fix what is wrong
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| If you keep from the demons who knock at your door
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| Won’t you come back and see me again?
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| Won’t you come back someday?
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| I’ve tried, and I’ve tried to make my way from here
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| But I’m stuck at heaven’s gate
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| Stuck at Heaven’s gate
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| I know that you are not meant for my fate
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| You haven’t a heart that is made of stone
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| You’re warm and free, listen to me
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| I am a specter, and you are my son
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| Won’t you come back and see me again?
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| Won’t you come back someday?
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| I’ve tried, and I’ve tried to make my way from here
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| But I’m stuck at heaven’s gate |