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I face the wall that scrapes the sun
I've tried to move it one by one
My palms are raw, my back is sore
But the wall just stands and asks for more
I circle round the wall to find a gate
But every door is shut by fate
I yell until my throat is dry
But the wall only hears my sigh
The wall is high, the gate is cold
The rust is deep, the lock is old
I want to spread my wings and fly
But every try just makes me cry
The wall is high, the gate is cold
The rust is deep, the lock is old
I shout to break these chains inside
But my voice is weak, my hands are tied
I circle round the wall to find a gate
But every door is shut by fate
I yell until my throat is dry
But the wall only hears my sigh
The wall is high, the gate is cold
The rust is deep, the lock is old
I want to spread my wings and fly
But every try just makes me cry
The wall is high, the gate is cold
The rust is deep, the lock is old
I shout to break these chains inside
But my voice is weak, my hands are tied
