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Freedom from ourselves
Freedom from ourselves
These walls are closing in on me
Hearts in separate cells
A day a week a year until we
Find freedom from ourselves
These walls are closing in on me
Stories I cannot tell
Maybe another time we'll see
It scorches through my skin
This pain it will not end
Miserary within
These people aren't you're friends
Buring through my skin
The pain it never ends
Such a hole within
everything is pretend
Freedom from ourselves
These walls have caved in on me
Tied and tethered in cells
The truth is not what you see
These walls are closing in on me
Hearts in separate cells
A day a week a year until we
Find freedom from ourselves
These walls are closing in on me
Stories I cannot tell
Maybe another time we'll see
It scorches through my skin
This pain it will not end
Miserary within
These people aren't you're friends
Buring through my skin
The pain it never ends
Such a hole within
everything is pretend
Freedom from ourselves
These walls have caved in on me
Tied and tethered in cells
The truth is not what you see
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