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So tell me what I pay for the price of freedom

No healthy survival in rooms unattached

Just trying to touch you, but never to hold you

In this burning confusion, with hands made of clay

You’ve got your hand on my heart

You’ve got your hand on my heart

You’ve got your hand on my heart

You’ve got your hand on my heart

In this prison of nowhere, you’ve played my emotions

You’ve stretched my condition, my head is all fire

With gates made of iron, like a lamb to the slaughter

Emotional torture is a game you enjoy

You’ve got your hand on my heart

You’ve got your hand on my heart

You’ve got your hand on my heart

You’ve got your hand on my heart

The importance of nothing, your own bleak conclusion

Illusion’s an answer, but never the healer

And crippled in silence, the stretch of a lifetime

The power to hold me, your pleasure to gain

It’s a dicey situation I have found myself in

It’s a dicey situation I have found myself in

You’ve got your hand on my heart

You’ve got your hand on my heart

You’ve got your hand on my heart

You’ve got your hand on my heart

On my heart