Boyd's Gift Songtext
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On my own
Hour after hour
Sipping cocktails
And reading Schopenhauer
Living in a world
Without imagination
I see that hope
Is a lack of information
Hour after hour
Sipping cocktails
And reading Schopenhauer
Living in a world
Without imagination
I see that hope
Is a lack of information
I turn my back
I shut the door
I lock the key
A prisoner in my home
But it's lovely to be free
I shut the door
I lock the key
A prisoner in my home
But it's lovely to be free
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