| Reaching up to touch the sky
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| The sun, the centre of my mind
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| Hopes are high and time is wide
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| Dream of life on the other side
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| Take my chance to grab an inch
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| When something snares me I don’t flinch
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| When it pulls I just pull back
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| I feel my liberty losing slack
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| Hunch my back and bear my teeth
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| I’ll kill you to get the things I need
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| The push for more provokes the greed
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| I struggle for the space to breathe
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| Fight against this mass of scum
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| Trapped inside their vinculum
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| Hopes of plenty turned to none
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| All the bastards become one
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| This ball of fear that grows together
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| The want for freedom becomes the tether
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| A thousand rats and appetites pull
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| A thousand ways to bind it tighter
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| Feel the huddle intertwine
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| See our lives start to unwind
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| Feel the pressure closing in
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| See the world start to spin
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| Tails connect and pull apart
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| Friends whose tails strangle the hearts
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| Of friends whose tails are wrapped around
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| The necks of friends together bound
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| Honour fades from constant pain
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| Pull away to get stuck again
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| Only a broken mind can understand
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| That life’s a trap when you’re a rat |