This place is a prison
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And these people aren't your friends
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Inhaling thrills through $20 bills
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And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again
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And again
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Ther're guards at the on ramps armed to the teeth
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And you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound,
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But you are not permitted to leave
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I know there's a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen
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In my living room late last night,
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It was almost too bright to see
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And i know that it's not a party if it happens every night
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Pretending there's glamour and candelabra
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When you're drinking by candlelight
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What does it take to get a drink in this place?
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What does it take, how long must i wait?
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This Place Is A Prison
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| The Postal Service |
