(M. Greaves)
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No piece of sky
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For you Jimmy lad
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They always blame him
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They knew Jimmy was bad
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His own fault entirely
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To die without sound
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That's how it is
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One staring at the ground
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And he wears his isolation
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As a widow wears a shroud
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They hammered him with discipline
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Screaming out loud
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As they did with Jesus
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With hammer and with nails
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Now the cell is quiet
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And the moonlight is pale
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No piece of sky
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For you Jimmy lad
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They always blame him
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They knew Jimmy was bad
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Tis own fault entirely
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To die without sound
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That's how it is
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One staring at the ground
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He's standing on the bedside chair
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The moonlight fills his cell
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No one ever peeked
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In jimmy's private hell
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His only friend, a makeshift rope
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His only key, his only hope
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His neck breaks so easily
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And he doesn't make a sound
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No piece of sky
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For you Jimmy lad
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They always blame him
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They knew Jimmy was bad
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His own fault entirely
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To die without sound
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That's how it is
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One staring at the ground
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His only friend, a makeshift rope
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His only key, his only hope
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His neck breaks so easily
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And he doesn't make a sound
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No piece of sky
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No piece of sky
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A Piece Of Sky
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| The Beautiful South |
