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• Artiste: Limp
• Titre: Ails
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Well these walls they might hold me And the rules, they might mold me But it's all they told me what I'd be Well the time is passing And my crime forgotten And by now, you'd think I could leave And all I know is part of the show The show is all there is to me And all I am is where I stand You're just too far to see See the cells I live in Make the shell I've been given Painted red, these skin-colored walls Well the bars they hold me And the scars my trophies And by far it's only the start Your blue skies gray around here Winter burns, stones won't turn Cycle frozen Your day is night around here And still I yearn for the day When I learn there's a way Out of here