| You can’t speak, you can’t sleep.
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| You daren’t move, you’re confused.
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| You never talk, you can’t walk.
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| You can’t feel, you’re not real.
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| If I open my eyes, just far enough,
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| I can see what you’re doing.
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| Go on, fight to the end, it’s tough enough
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| When you’re on the road to ruin. |
| Yeah!
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| You’re a hostage of the heart,
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| Twisted 'round the smallest finger.
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| Two burning eyes are tearing you apart,
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| Turn your soul into a cinder.
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| There’s no rest, you’re possessed.
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| You can’t leave, you can’t breathe.
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| The door slams, your head hangs.
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| You blank stare, you don’t care.
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| If you open your eyes just far enough,
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| You see the street lamps flicker.
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| Go on, fight to the end, it’s tough enough
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| When you know the end is bitter.
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| You’re number’s up, you’re eyes shut.
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| You’re on the brink, you can’t think.
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| You wanna run, but you’re stunned.
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| You can’t lie, you don’t try.
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| If I open my eyes, look hard enough,
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| I see the blue light flashes.
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| Go on, fight to the end, it’s tough enough,
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| Riding on the road to ashes.
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| I’m a hostage of your heart,
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| You can twist me 'round your finger.
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| Your burning eyes are tearing me apart.
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| Turn my soul into a cinder.
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| Boy, boy, hostage of your heart.
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| Can you twist me 'round your finger? |