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In my prison cell i think these words |
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I was careless |
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I can see that now |
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I must be silent |
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Must contain my secret smile |
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I want to tell you |
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You my mirror |
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You my iron bars |
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When i made a shadow on my window shade |
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They called the police and testified |
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But they're like the people chained up in the cave |
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In the allegory of the people in the cave by the greek guy |
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No one understands |
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No one knows my plan |
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Why the dancing, shouting |
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Why the shrieks of pain |
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The lovely music |
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Why the smell of burning autumn leaves |
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No one understands |
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No one knows my plan |
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Why the dancing, shouting |
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Why the shrieks of pain |
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The lovely music |
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Why the smell of burning autumn leaves |
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In my prison cell i bide my time |
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Always thinking |
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Always busy cooking up an angle |
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Working on the tiny blueprint of the angle |
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Sketching out the burning autumn leaves |
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No one understands |
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No one knows my plan |
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I must be silent, must contain my secret smile |
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I want to tell you |
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You my mirror |
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You my iron bars |
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No one understands |
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No one knows my plan |
