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What do I have to say
The ties are crushed day by day I am forced to turn away, To sit...To walk The skies have come down As they do, Lives are drowned The family is split up by the rain What do I have to say The days they spin and fade away Here I stand to turn away Bound by the noose I obey They must not see Every time I'm breaking Becoming seperate, further than I want to be What do I have to say Our hands are crushed day by day I am forced to turn away Bound by my word I obey...
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