Backyard
Nothing could stop me from leaving.
Nothing could keep me there.
They tried to stop my breathing.
They tried to cut my air.
I dream of absolute freedom
In this world where everything is made up as we go along.
To live inside this box without colour is a disease, created without a cure.
I'd follow the moon to my backyard.
I'd follow it wherever the sun came up.
In times I sat there crying.
Fall to pieces and burn.
And do you honestly expect me to be a part of your society?
What do you take me for?
What do you take me for?
What do you take me for?
I'd follow the moon to my backyard.
I'd follow it wherever the sun came up.
In times I sat there crying.
Fall to pieces and burn.
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