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They're defenseless creatures |
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That were sentenced to die. |
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Held captive from their inception |
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Throughout their lives. |
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Instinctual yearning to escape, to be free. |
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Their only value to humans is monetary. |
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A silhouette in the dark, |
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Bolt cutters slice through steel |
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To emancipate the condemned |
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By conscience compelled |
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Clouds cover over |
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Each mink disappears into the night |
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By conscience compelled |
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Adrenaline surges. Anxiety boils. |
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The sense of empathy |
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Overwhelms the fear |
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Compassion overpowers all the hesitation |
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Animated by the urgency |
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Fate has handed their rescue down to me. |
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A silhouette in the dark, |
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Bolt cutters slice through steel |
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To emancipate the condemned |
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By conscience compelled |
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Clouds cover over |
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Each mink disappears into the night |
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By conscience compelled. |
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The net slowly closes. Can't slip away. |
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Stay paces ahead |
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With nowhere to hide |
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They were always one step behind |
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It was only a matter of time |
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Now nothing to regret |
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Locked inside a prison cell |
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Driven by conviction |
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Nothing near their hell |
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A silhouette in the dark, |
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Bolt cutters slice through steel |
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To emancipate the condemned |
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By conscience compelled |
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Clouds cover over |
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Each mink disappears into the night |
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By conscience compelled. |
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There are no regrets. |
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There are no regrets. |
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By conscience compelled. |
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By conscience compelled. |
