Cut the Rope
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Cut the Rope
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Lock the doors
No more dreams
Never felt before
Your little box of sins
This hell I've built
You might have been
Blowing my consciousness
To look like what it seems
Stand on the chair and breathe
All you need is a kick
You grow some balls, yeah!
Before you lay down, don’t make me sick!
Now you go out and make it alone
Hiding parasites
You've already shown
You're nothing but a knot in my throat
This greedy tug of war
Despite of everything you are
Despite of everything you're not
Aim your head into the road
And fire away
Now you go out and make it alone
Hiding parasites, avoiding to show
That you're nothing but a knot in my throat
Now you go out and make it alone
You feel like you've already won
You're nothing but a cut in the rope.
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