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In the blue of the evenin' when the sun is low |
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There's a shadow that creeps across my cell block floor |
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And it comes to remind me what I'm in here for |
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No I'm not admittin' that I done the crime |
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I'm only gettin' down to doin' time |
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And the passin' of days is no concern of mine. |
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There's a guard on the second shift comes on at three |
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And he's always about a half inch off of me |
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Like he needs to keep remindin' me that I'm not free |
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God forgive him 'cause he doesn't see |
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He's no less a prisoner 'cause he holds a key |
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And God forbid he turn his back on me. |
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For every wall you build around your fear |
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A thousand darker things are born in here |
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And they're fed on contempt for all that you hold dear |
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Truth is it doesn't matter what you do |
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'Til you gaze in the mirror with an eye that's true |
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And admit that what scares you is the me in you. |
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