| You always crave for all things
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| and stick to what you can’t have
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| Fold your hands not to let lose yours
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| Hold it tight to make me breath
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| My hands are choking me
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| So I can set me free
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| It won’t make things better, won’t make you better
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| (Desires) to satisfy me
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| (Insatiety) like broken jars
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| (Fold your hands) to hold me forever
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| (Fold my hands) to choke my neck
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| My hands are choking me (My hands are choking me)
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| So I can set me free (So I can set me free)
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| It won’t make things better, won’t make you better
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| Take your hands off of it (Take your hands off of it)
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| Please let them go away (Please let them go away)
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| It won’t make things better, won’t make you better
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| The stars may fall, the eyes may blind my sight
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| The known may cage my will
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| The memories will hold us behind as prisoners
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| The past will make you as a past
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| The road will lead me to the end of nothing
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| We’re walking on a pathless road to nowhere
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| Now we’re seeing as an observer
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| Now we’re seeking freedom
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| My hands are choking me
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| So I can set me free
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| Take your hands off of it
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| Please let them go away |