| I’ve got my heart crammed in a bottle
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| And all the while I fought so little
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| What is this fear we hold so deeply
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| To stand alone, alone completely?
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| It’s do or die, it’s now or never
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| It’s cats and dogs, it’s helter skelter
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| Till I’m free, yeah, free
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| Oh, something inside me is begging to be free
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| We hardly live for fear of dying
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| Then fall asleep and call it living
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| I hardly love for fear of losing
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| I’ll hardly lose, yeah, but I’m not loving
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| Till I’m free, yeah, free
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| Oh, something inside me is begging to be free, free
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| Yeah, something inside me is begging to be free, free
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, free, yeah, free
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| Oh, something inside me is begging to be free
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| Yeah, something inside me is begging to be free |