| My hands are tied, the spirit is gone
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| All that was right is now forlorn
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| And where is the fire that once was inside
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| The spirit is gone
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| My hands are tied
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| There’s a silver snake guarding my heart
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| It spits and curls itself around
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| The silver coil is all you get
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| I told you to take it slow
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| I told you I was young
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| Oh, and I will follow you all across the ocean
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| Where everything begins anew and is kept in motion
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| Oh, I will follow you all across the ocean
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| Where everything begins anew
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| My hands are tied
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| The spirit is gone
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| And where is the fire
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| That once kept me going
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| There’s a silver snake inside my head
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| This silver coil is in my hide
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| This silver coil is all you get
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| This silver coil is on my tongue
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| This silver coil is all you’ll taste
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| This silver coil around my lungs
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| Oh, now I will follow you all across the ocean
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| Where everything begins anew and is kept in motion
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| Oh, I will follow you all across the ocean
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| Where everything begins anew
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| My hands are tied
|
| The spirit has gone
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| And where is the fire
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| That once kept me going
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| Oh, and now I will follow you all across the ocean
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| Where everything begins anew and is kept in motion
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| Oh, I will follow you all across the ocean
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| Where everything begins anew
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| My hands are tied
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| The spirit has gone
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| And where is the fire
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| That once kept me going |