| What hold this has on you
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| Heavy shoulder
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| Your feet tied to the floor
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| Your former self would
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| Hate these fixtures
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| Of metal wire and wood
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| As you lay down in
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| Stranger’s linen
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| The bluish scars you hide
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| Reminisce of sweet addiction
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| Strings you never tied
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| Would you bend these bars
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| That hold you
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| Keep you from the peace
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| And stillness come
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| And lay your head
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| Beside a better burden
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| Until the heal has come
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| As you depart from
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| Short duration
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| And cut the bracelet off
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| The withered arm and
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| Port of entry
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| The living for the numb
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| I would bend these bars
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| That hold you
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| Keep you from the peace
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| And stillness come
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| And lay your head
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| Beside a better burden
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| Until the heal has come
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| You will see sunrise again
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| You will see sunrise again
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| You will see sunrise again
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| You will see sunrise again |