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All of the prisoners serving life sentences |
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Wait for the earth to suddenly shake |
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For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumbling and |
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For the bars to somehow magically break |
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Aw, there's nothing wrong with them |
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That a thousand bucks can't fix |
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That a thousand arms can't hold down |
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In the ground they're tattooing the stones with |
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cusses like cavemen - your momma was here |
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But they want to run through the air with no barriers or obstacles |
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Gunmen or guard dogs or priests |
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And to rise from the mud and start over and over |
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With the people all dead. |
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If Hans Christian Andersen could've had his way with me |
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Then none of this shit would have ever gone down |
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In my cell I'm tattooing myself with |
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Mermaids and swallows and though I do swallow |
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My mama thinks I'm grown but I'm really just little |
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And someday I will remember |
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Someday I will remember |
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Someday I will remember |
