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so tell me what i pay for the price of freedom no healthy survival in rooms unattached just trying to touch you, but never to hold you in this burning confusion, with hands made of clay you've got your hand on my heart you've got your hand on my heart you've got your hand on my heart you've got your hand on my heart in this prison of nowhere, you've played my emotions you've stretched my condition, my head is all fire with gates made of iron, like a lamb to the slaughter emotional torture is a game you enjoy you've got your hand on my heart you've got your hand on my heart you've got your hand on my heart you've got your hand on my heart the importance of nothing, your own bleak conclusion illusions an answer, but never the healer and crippled in silence, the stretch of a lifetime the power to hold me, your pleasure to gain it's a dicey situation i have found myself in it's a dicey situation i have found myself in Songtexte you've got your hand on my heart you've got your hand on my heart you've got your hand on my heart you've got your hand on my heart on my heart Aus Songtexte Mania