How can I point this finger at you
With both of our hands the broken bleeding proof
Tell me once more we're not the reason
And how we all love to feed the fiction
Freedom in one is the freedom in both
She's coming round to exact the obvious
How can I point this finger at you
With both of my hands are broken bleeding proof
Do you feel there's a way
Teach me the song I will scream every word
She's coming round to exact the obvious
Back to the start to remove the constant stain
Beset the karmic illusion of this game
Hoping I can remain here to see what becomes of all this
Are you you feeling the same
Freedom in one is the freedom in both
Will we survive this or will we all burn
Do you feel there's a way
Teach me the song I will scream every word
It's coming round and back to us
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