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You have nowhere to hide!

 

And you don’t have to mind,

 

How you should live your life…

 

You think that you are fearless,

 

But, all the same, it’s illness;

 

You know you’re in the chains,

 

So live without an aims.

 

And you create your world,

 

That’s plated with the gold;

 

And you can’t leave your cage.