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The shackles that chain me Made of my own flesh and bone Fingernails dig into my skin Drawing blood I’m alone And there’s no chance that I could Win With that wavering tone The only shackles that chain me Are my own.
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Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 2:49 AM UTC
Shackles
The shackles that chain me Made of my own flesh and bone Fingernails dig into my skin Drawing blood I’m alone And there’s no chance that I could Win With that wavering tone The only shackles that chain me Are my own.
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Canadian
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 2:49 AM UTC
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