My hands were bound when you came
And you softly cut me free
Yet let me escape down the night-ridden lane
Then you set your hounds on me
I ran from the hundred angry cries
No longer wishing to be free
My sobs mingled for the lies
For you're my savior and my enemy
Deep down you have a heart I know
That bleeds with what you do
But that's something you will never show
All I can do is run from you
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