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Handcuffs
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Mediu
Release my broken heart,
Pain and contamination!
Don’t tear my arms apart!
Join my commemoration.
Don’t strangle me, confusion!
You’re mastering my mind.
Am I just an illusion?
I don’t know what I want to find.
I got a harsher punishment
For something I’m not guilty of.
You have a cruel judgment,
For you the baseness it’s above.
This dirty world is pitiless:
You haven’t got a place to breath or fall,
You give them all you’ve got.But what do you receive?
Can’t think,can’t fly,and most of all:
You haven’t got a place to live.
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