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False Freedom
Cross my heart and hope to die. Oh,what a lonely life.
Just love me all you could. But it's not like you should.
The crowd is cheering, but the voice has changed.
Now it sounds like it's made in Hell. I can't break out of my shell.
I discover new ways to die. All I want is to fly in the sky,free.
Please,feed me the bread of the gods. I made a scene and it's not my fault.
I worked hard to earn this fame. And now you are calling me lame,
like a flame. I swimmed like a fish,free in the water.
Now it doesn't even matter. The land was full of flowers and bees.
Now it doesn't even have grass and trees.
I climbed on the mountain and fell from the high.
Now I can't even see the sky.
Just love me all you could. But it's not like you should.
The crowd is cheering, but the voice has changed.
Now it sounds like it's made in Hell. I can't break out of my shell.
I discover new ways to die. All I want is to fly in the sky,free.
Please,feed me the bread of the gods. I made a scene and it's not my fault.
I worked hard to earn this fame. And now you are calling me lame,
like a flame. I swimmed like a fish,free in the water.
Now it doesn't even matter. The land was full of flowers and bees.
Now it doesn't even have grass and trees.
I climbed on the mountain and fell from the high.
Now I can't even see the sky.
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