Bake in the19th century in a plain far way
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Lies a tremendous labour camp
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All dangerous criminals
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Were banished to stay there
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It was a journey into death
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They had to work all day, didn't get enough food
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Lost all their rights
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Every month the 10 most diligent prisoners
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Got the chance to reach freedom
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But no one knew that there's no escape
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There was only one approach
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Of sand and rubble
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For miles and miles the fences loom up
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On both sides of the street
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The 10 selected ones
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Got a projection of 5 minutes
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Before their hunters started to rush
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Those who won't be killed by bullet
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Died in the endless pain
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By The Way Of Grace
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