Hold my eyes

Hold up my fears

Set them free and release all suffering

Hold back the slice of my tongue

Set free the words of my love

Never let yourself go

The way you used to before

Take ahold of the life most desired

Let fear burn in the fire

We are free souls

More powerful than tales of old

Use your love and your power wisely

For you’ve learned you can’t forget a pretty face

Take your heart and let it crumble

Your eyes and let them shine

Your hair — let it down

Let yourself be free

Never let the words you say

Be the end of me

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