If only I could interpret,
If only we had never met,
I'm so tired that you always fret,
I feel like I'm the Christ of sweat.
This slavery, take away, take away.
This misery, take away, take away.
There will always be something behind you,
Something that will grind you,
I won't be able to unwind you,
Instead I'll only bind you.
This slavery, take away, take away.
This misery, take away, take away.
The night will welcome our pride,
We'll have so much to hide,
I'll let you decide,
Whether or not you'll confide.
This slavery, take away, take away.
This misery, take away, take away.
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