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Unchain

March 6, 2013

Lyrical Anarchy

Bottle Smoke

Unchain

Something bars the door
Prevents me from staying or leaving
Prevents me from standing or sitting
From listening to one more second
Of the patter and nonsense
Echoing through the fabric
And the instant that falls
I spring to life
Like a genie, from a bottle
Who can’t grant any wishes
Except leaving

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