I’ve got shackles on, my words are tied, fear can make you compromise. With the lights turned up, it’s hard to hide. Sometimes I want to disappear

I've got shackles on, my words are tied, fear can make you compromise. With the lights turned up, it's hard to hide. Sometimes I want to disappear

To flying free in the face of conformity. To dreamers that are just learning to dream. To the sensible types that like it so so. To silly types who just like to have fun. Happy new year one and all.

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