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so tell me what i pay for the price of freedom
no healthy survival in rooms unattached
just trying to touch you, but never to hold you
in this burning confusion, with hands made of clay
youve got your hand on my heart
youve got your hand on my heart
youve got your hand on my heart
youve got your hand on my heart
in this prison of nowhere, youve played my emotions
youve stretched my condition, my head is all fire
with gates made of iron, like a lamb to the slaughter
emotional torture is a game you enjoy
youve got your hand on my heart
youve got your hand on my heart
youve got your hand on my heart
youve got your hand on my heart
the importance of nothing, your own bleak conclusion
illusions an answer, but never the healer
and crippled in silence, the stretch of a lifetime
the power to hold me, your pleasure to gain
its a dicey situation i have found myself in
its a dicey situation i have found myself in
youve got your hand on my heart
youve got your hand on my heart
youve got your hand on my heart
youve got your hand on my heart
on my heart
[ Hand On Heart Lyrics ]