Early in the morning to an afternoon of toil and despair
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You're always shooting yourself in the foot
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From the food you eat, right down to the clothes you wear
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And the nights get long and lonely
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And the sun refuses to shine
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On a life that goes from day to day
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With no reason and no time
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All over town, the people resound with "We just wanna be free"
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No other way to face the day, that's what it means to me
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All of your life, you're under the knife, slaving to routine
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No mistakes to make if you wanna escape, looks like bars to me
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They shut you up the moment that you mention your distractions and your dreams
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So you shut your mouth and do the best you can
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To live a life of secrecy
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And you sing a song so free despite the threat of harsh remand
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And you laugh to yourself at those who keep their heads buried in the sand
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Bars To Me
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The GC5 |