There's a cold fire.
There's a crossfire.
Inside, inside.
Make it.
Break it.
Until, until...
There's a long game.
That's a wrong chain.
And it's something.
Inside.
And we'll never, never make it.
And we'll never, never break it.
Until we learn to see.
Until we set free.
And you got style.
And you got grace.
To leave that place.
But you'll never, never make it.
And you'll never, never break it.
Until you set free.
So set free.
Set free.
Set free.
Set free.
Set free.
If we could see that, this was all that we need.
Bodies and souls.
We wouldn't run, and we would let go.
That we had no control.
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