Get up, get out, get away from this liars cause they don't get you soul or your fire.
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine and we'll walk from this dark room for the last time .
Every minute, from this minute now we can do what we like anywhere.
I want so much to open your eyes cause I need you to look into mine. (8)
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