In my tiptoes
I dance with chains wrapped on my feet
I dance with a wire around my neck
She pulls me up
They make me heavy
And I'm trapped
But my feet can take me
Wherever I want to go
(but not to you)
I think that I can cope
I think I can follow the chains
To the end of the road
I think that I can cope
If the wire doesn't pull me up
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