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I have been tied down, twenty years without a voice.I know you think it's cruel but, trust me dear I had no choice.You should have seen the look on your face.You're forging handshakes, plastic peace pipes on the runAnd now I'm firing missiles cause I just don't have a gun.Should have seen the look on your face.What do I do?Like fish in a tank, we're floating at the top, does it mean that we're dead?Like art on a wall we're so pretty and fake, why do we fall apart after just one mistake?Oh please don't fight me, we're alright, see? We're alright. From Letras Mania