My eyes may be hollow My face may be pale
I may be just a shadow of my former self
But tonight the ghost of heartaches past Is steppin' into town
Gonna haunt the places where we used to hang around
Draggin' my chains Draggin' my chains
Movin' in slow motion but it's motion just the same
Pulling the weight of yesterday's pain
I may not be free yet, but I'm draggin' my chains
Some chains are made of gold Some chains are made of steel
Just cause you can't see these chains Don't mean they're not real
Until I find the weakest link in your memory
I'll be a prisoner of your love tryin' to break free
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