stuck on the end of this ball and chain
and i'm on my way back down again
stood on a bridge, tied to a noose
sick to the stomach
you can say what what you mean but it won't change a thing
i'm sick of the secrets
stood on the edge, tied to a noose
you came along and you cut me loose
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