| I’ll move my hand, cold fingers on my lips protect my mouth.
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| I’ll move and change barriers around me taking out the bricks.
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| I’ll put grills to let the light pass through.
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| Waving right and left among the poles in the pillbox,
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| Just let me find my chance.
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| Maybe what I need it’s just the time
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| To smash the wall, the wall, wall
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| I’ve made, spending nights among my sweat,
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| And I cried, yes, I cried,
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| That’s why now I am
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| Looking for light,
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| That will be able
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| To open the doors I’ve built around me
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| With such efforts,
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| Using wood I collected in cold days
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| During the winter of my mind.
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| In my pocket I found a big brass key,
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| Dirty, so dirty as the doorlock,
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| I put it back and then sit down.
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| Cause I forget that I cannot control the events I see,
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| Because I’m not ready to feel this invasion of what I call life,
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| Until I won’t understand that
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| Maybe what I need it’s just the time
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| To smash the wall, the wall, wall
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| I’ve made, spending nights among my sweat,
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| And I cried, yes, I cried,
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| That’s why now I know
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| Maybe what I need it’s just the time to smash,
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| To knock down the wall, to knock down the wall I’ve made.
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| For the one I prayed hours and days
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| And I cried, yes, I cried,
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| That’s why now I know all. |