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Freedom is bondage when spent alone
Being held captive in the cold
In my cold heart
Loneliness is the chain that holds me
I have no idea why I feel so lonely
But I just sit here with a smile
Blowing smoke for a little while
Hoping no one will see
They are talking to a man stuck in slavery
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