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You're so strong yet too blind to see The mountains you lift
And push back daily
He checks all the levels
And handles the finance
But you're no rebel
And give him
His hundred and fifty third chance
Spread you arms and dance While you still know how
Next time you give him a chance Might be your last bow
Spread you wings and fly
While you still know how
Or next time you try
You might crash and die
After the storm the waters are still You catch your breath
And against all will
He gives you just time
To forget you stance
Tell yourself you're fine
And give him
His hundred and fifty fourth chance
You're wearing invisible chains Hands tied,
You really think he's gonna change He's so confident
That you're not gonna flee That he didn't even bother Hiding the key
Oh run...There's no hundred And fifty fifth chance
No there's no hundred
No there's no hundred fifty fifth time
Written by: Helen Ferguson, Julien Pras
