Dress me up in a sweet heart neckline
But I still taste tart
With skinny fists I send shivers up your spine
Punch the clutch in and give life a kick start
I see the sun up ahead on a gloomy day
Break free from the prison of clouds
Clasp your hands tight and lets pray
We're all individuals amongst a populous crowd
Freedom comes with action
And from action an alleviation of despair
I hope my kicks have some traction
Because this is simply my cross to bear
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