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Her chest seems too tight for this beating heart. It goes crazy everytime he leans against the bars and gives her that look which says: 'You can count on me.' He'll be the one to set her free, she knows, and this prison makes her feel so hollow, he is wearing hope and she is dressed in sorrow. 'Don't wither, my sad blossom your time will come to bloom. This cage won't hold forever I'll take care of it soon.' His promise makes her smile And takes some fear away He's charming like the devil, gentle like a rat Yet his arms look strong enough To bend the bars And lift her to the stars