Unchain my heart, baby let me be. Unchain my heart 'cause you don't care about me. You've got me sewed up like a pillow case. But you let my love go to waste so.
Somewhere outside London where the wheels turn on nothin' I know she's cold. Plagued by thoughts that linger, simple nothing bigger, nothing whole. "Manalive," you tell yourself, "I'm stuck I just can't seem to pick a hole".
Hide your background, hide your fame. Hide your given middle name. Swallow your pride, swallow your pills. In your house up in the hills. . Related. .