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hide away
Why do I feel this way in such dismay
All I see is the memory of things you didn't say
I never found a place to play as my days were grey
I can't afford the price of freedom it's to much to pay
Why do we say do it this or that way
I keep running but I can't find a place to hide away
And I'm listening but I don't like what you say
Today is the day I hide away
All I see is the memory of things you didn't say
I never found a place to play as my days were grey
I can't afford the price of freedom it's to much to pay
Why do we say do it this or that way
I keep running but I can't find a place to hide away
And I'm listening but I don't like what you say
Today is the day I hide away
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