It? not getting later,
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there? no common place,
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and everything? taken.
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With these expectations,
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of getting this right,
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who could avoid failure.
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With hands tied behind my back,
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I stand helpless waiting.
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Confined to this breaking point,
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I don? stand alone.
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How have I forgotten,
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the source of control,
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my first inspiration.
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When trying to take on,
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this life obstacle,
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I need to remember.
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With Hands Tied (Behind My Back)
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