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I hear the bells of freedom chiming |
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And inside my heart |
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I feel I'm dying |
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Wise guys never compromise |
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Then they loose their rights and they act surprised |
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Jail really cuts you down to size |
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Let the punishment fit the crime |
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The footprints on the sign, the time |
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The philosophy of the warish crime |
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Make a man humble in his prime |
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You can go up, down, or sideways |
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Be on death row, counting the days |
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They say the answers are blowin' in the wind |
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And to take yourself out would really be a sin |
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You just have to cope and start over again |
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Let the punishment fit the crime |
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The footprints on the sign, the time |
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The philosophy of the warish crime |
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Make a man humble in his prime |
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Little child cries in his sleep |
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And life makes promises it can't keep |
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And then feel you had, had enough |
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You realize somehow, someway |
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Your destiny was planned from the very first day |
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Let the punishment fit the crime |
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The footprints on the sign, the time |
|
The philosophy of the warish crime |
|
Make a man humble in his prime |
|
Let the punishment fit the crime |
|
The footprints on the sign the time |
|
The philosophy of the warish crime |
|
Make a man humble in his prime |
|
Let the punishment fit the crime |
|
Let the punishment fit the crime |
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Let the punishment fit the crime |
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Let the punishment fit the crime |
