| There now, they’ve all gone
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| almost as if they never had been
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| I turn my eyes backwards and I gaze into my own gaze
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| I turn my eyes inwards and I gaze into my own face
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| I built my prison stone by stone
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| how many useless knots I tied
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| I dug the pitfalls in my path
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| how many useless tears I cried
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| here to build in worlds of beauty
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| no-one made a joy a duty
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| no-one, no-one but me I saw the birds that flew so free
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| I envied them their grace divine
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| I saw the dancer’s airy steps
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| theirs was a different world than mine
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| here to build in worlds of glory
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| no-one made my sad sad story
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| no-one, no-one but me when useless walls come tumbling down
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| sparrows will sing on the fallen stones
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| Adam will pull the knife from his brow
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| Eve will lick the salt from his wounds
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| free to make my own tomorrow
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| free to free my heart from sorrow
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| free to hear and smell and see
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| free to be me, free to be free |