As long as our hands are tied, then The whole of our life is greatly tied Simply because our hands are our tools To do what we need anytime... We are always metaphorically tied because This world's hands tie our hands from doing What we want anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... We want to be, but we can not simply because Our hands are tied and everything ties us... I want to help, but my hands are tied Simply because my luck is not very well... We can be what we want anytime and anywhere Simply because this life regretfully ties my hands... ______________________________________________________________________
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