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This heart's a beggar in your chest
always beating under an arrest
roll over different shades of grey
stumbled upon one of these hazy days
invisible frights and freedom fights,
it kicks and bites
and then I sighed:
Free man walk out through the front door
This heart's a beggar in your chest
always beating under an arrest
you're messed up with god's sweetest words
that have set your eyes to gaze heavenwards
Hard to believe, much harder to keep
we're no-one left to beat
and then I sighed:
Free man walk out through the front door
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