Is that enough?
I think it's over
See, everything has changed
And all this hatred may just make me strong enough
To
walk away
They may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And they may strip me of the things I've
worked for
But I've had my say
So hear me now
I've enough of these chains
I know they're of my making
No one else
to blame today for where I stand today
I've no memory of truth
But suddenly the audience is so cruel
So God, hey God you
know why I'm through
Through
I guess it's tough, I guess I'm older
And everything must change
But all this cruelty
and money instead of love
People, have we no shame?
They may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And
they may strip me of the things I've worked for
But you'll pull me through
It's so clear to me now
I've enough of these
chains
Life is there for the taking
What kind of fool would remain in this cheap gilded cage
I've no memory of truth
But
suddenly the audience is so cruel
Oh God, I'm sorry
I think I'm though
I think I'm though
I think I'm, I know I'm ...
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