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These Nights, I Stare Out The Window Praying That The High- Picketed Fences And The Knives Hid In The Kitchen Could Disappear. And These Chains Won't Get Off Of Me I Just Want To Be Set Free. Break These Chains On Me Now I Can't Live To Be Captured Survive And No Rapture Break These Chains Off Me Now But, I Promise You I Will Be Set Free.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Break These Chains
These Nights, I Stare Out The Window Praying That The High- Picketed Fences And The Knives Hid In The Kitchen Could Disappear. And These Chains Won't Get Off Of Me I Just Want To Be Set Free. Break These Chains On Me Now I Can't Live To Be Captured Survive And No Rapture Break These Chains Off Me Now But, I Promise You I Will Be Set Free.
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bethanidarkside
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
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