| Hands tied, eyes closed.
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| So many things I’ve had to say
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| So many chances have escaped.
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| Facing life with blinders on A slave to my own inhibitions.
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| And at times there’s peace
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| Moments of release
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| From the terror that petrifies life.
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| But it never lasts
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| The sky’s are overcast.
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| The bravado is washed away.
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| Hands tied, eyes closed.
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| The things I’ve had to say
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| Chances I’ve let escape
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| Watch them slip away, watch them die out.
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| Always there
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| Hidden fear
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| Of self doubt
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| Cant break out.
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| I wont let it win
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| I cant let it win.
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| I wont let it win
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| I cant let it win.
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| Close my eyes and hope
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| Hope it goes away
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| Hope I’m safe inside for another day.
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| Close my eyes and hope
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| Hope it goes away
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| Hope I’m safe inside for another day. |