| Oh, I see in your prison
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| Your chains, how they cling, how they clang
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| Like fingers reaching in the darkness
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| Gripping on the bars in vain
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| Yes, I would only like to help you
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| That is all and nothing more
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| But I will go unbounded
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| Standing outside of your door
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| Oh, you don’t have to bend for me
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| I’m only watching, but I will not blame
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| And you don’t have to send for me
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| My eyes can only mirror out your name
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| Yes, I would only like to show you
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| That is all and nothing more
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| But I will go unbounded
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| Looking outside of your door
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| Oh, you do what you have to do
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| Right or wrong, weak or strong
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| And if you see me at the crossroads
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| Remember me before passing on
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| Yes, I would only like to tell you
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| That is all and nothing more
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| But I will go unbounded
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| Listening outside of your door
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| Yes, I see in your prison
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| Your chains, how they clamor, how they clang
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| Like fingers reaching in the darkness
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| Gripping on the bars in vain
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| Yes, I would only like to know you
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| That is all and nothing more
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| But I will go unbounded
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| Waiting outside of your door |