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ein Feld, in dem Sie nach Herzenslust sperren
to feel the fear slip away
keep it in your head
the secrets of yesterday
the ones of the dead
trap your thoughts in a box
make sure they are never stolen
by a sly thieving fox
keep yourself barely broken
mended only by strings
your soul slips and cracks
the song it sings
gives my breathe back
before you sit and pray
look to the demon
forget what you're afraid to say
that you're hearts not beaten
a box in which to lock your heart
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