On my own
Hour after hour
Sipping cocktails
And reading Schopenhauer

Living in a world
Without imagination
I see that hope
Is a lack of information

I turn my back
I shut the door
I lock the key

A prisoner in my home
But it's lovely to be free


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Boyd's Gift song meanings
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