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| When A Trapped Soul Yearns To Be Freed- | ||||||||||||||||||
| The day is gloomy with a shade of red | ||||||||||||||||||
| Every one seems longer than the next | ||||||||||||||||||
| The second hand's going nowhere | ||||||||||||||||||
| I wana be lost anywhere but here | ||||||||||||||||||
| Why did I ever leave my bed? | ||||||||||||||||||
| The ghosts in the shadows know best | ||||||||||||||||||
| Air at night is cold as death, you can see my breath | ||||||||||||||||||
| Wondering streets at night to find a friend within | ||||||||||||||||||
| Empty avenues standing still again | ||||||||||||||||||
| I look tired and battered | ||||||||||||||||||
| My heart is torn and battered | ||||||||||||||||||
| The part that mattered most is gone | ||||||||||||||||||
| All my dreams are of home | ||||||||||||||||||
| Inside my mind I had the memory | ||||||||||||||||||
| Of the time happy would describe me | ||||||||||||||||||
| Freedom came from running away | ||||||||||||||||||
| I feel like the birds on the rooftops, high but so alone | ||||||||||||||||||
| My soul won't be bought or rot, theres no place like home | ||||||||||||||||||
| I look tired and battered | ||||||||||||||||||
| My heart is torn and battered | ||||||||||||||||||
| The part that mattered most is gone | ||||||||||||||||||
| All my dreams are of home | ||||||||||||||||||