Freedom

Through my window
 Who's stand on their feet
 Through my window
 Who's fighting for a dream
 Then I forgive
 Seek inside me
 Accept yours cravings
 Fill up with ease
 Under the sun
 You're high but weak
 I've paid top much
 Pressure the needs
 Take it off and wait for it
 It could have been me
 It could have been me
 Wounds would heal
 Words could kill
 The rain still feels so real
 Wounds would heal
 Words could kill
 So blessed that I still feel
 Through my window
 Who's stand on their feet
 Through my window
 Who's waiting for me
 Why A is into B, and B is after C
 The less you give
 The more you receive
 The colour of fear
 Now I can see clear
 Keep searching in me
 No matter how good it seems
 Take it off and wait for it
 It could have been me
 It could have been me
 Wounds would heal
 Words could kill
 The rain still feels so real
 Wounds would heal
 Words could kill
 So blessed that I still feel
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 Through my window
 Who's stand on their feet
 Who's hide in the crowd
 Deceiving the self
 A little closer
 To heaven or hell
 Getting too close
 Against our will
 A little closer
 To heaven or hell
 Getting so close
 Till my freedom is killed
 Wounds would heal
 Words could kill
 The rain still feels so real
 Wounds would heal
 Words could kill
 So blessed that I still feel