Too hot. No air.
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Loud fan and a big tin can.
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Wait here. Steer clear.
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They've gone to get your man.
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10 AM.
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Through gate 3 with picture ID.
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This old billfold
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Experiences security.
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I hear the click. These men are hard.
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I'll see your face through bar and guard.
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You're new to me. I'm new to you.
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I see your fate. I'll see you
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You through.
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Ice within.
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And it's all cement in the government.
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Approved? Then move
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To the plywood booth where the prisoner's sent.
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You read in red
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The letters on the door and you know what they're for.
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You feel unreal.
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And the rattling chain's coming over the floor.
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I hear the clock. These walls are green.
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I see your face through tin and screen.
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You're new to me. I'm new to you.
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I see your fate. I'll see you
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You through.
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Too hot. No air.
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Loud fan and a big tin can.
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Wait here. Steer clear.
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They've gone to get your man.
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Woman On The Tier (I'll See You Through)
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| Suzanne Vega |
