| Some people say they live for no good reason
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| I guess they live despite
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| The very things they choose not to believe in
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| And the love they must deny
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| I don’t want that kind of they call it freedom
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| If I have to be a cynic when I die
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| I’d rather be a prisoner
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| Lock me in and never let me out
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| I’d rather be a prisoner of Your love
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| Than to be the champion of my doubt
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| Some people say this world will end with a whimper
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| And some say with a bang
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| No matter how much your theories might differ
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| It’s passing just the same
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| And when it’s gone I hope I can remember
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| Who to accuse and who I have to thank
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| I hope that I’m Your prisoner
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| Well maybe then you could transfer me out of here
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| I’d rather be a prisoner of Your love
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| Than to be the victim of their fears
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| I hear the door shut I hear the lock snap
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| I know that when You took me in that
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| You’d never let me go back
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| I see the people I hear their angry shouts
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| And I know when You locked me in
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| You locked the world out
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| I’d rather be a prisoner
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| Well You can lock me in and never let me out
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| Than to be the champion of my doubt
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| I’d rather by a prisoner of Your love
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| I’d rather be a prisoner
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| Well You can lock me in and never let me out
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| I’d rather be a prisoner of Your love
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| Than to be the champion of my doubt
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| I’d rather be a prisoner |