the big day has come
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the bell is sounding
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i run my hands through my hair one last time
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outside the prison walls
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the town is gathering
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people are trading crime for crime
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everyone needs to see the prisoner
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they need to make it even easier
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they see me as a symbol, and not a human being
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that way they can kill me
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say it's not murder, it's a metaphor
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we are killing off our own failure
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and starting clean
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standing in the gallows
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everyone turned my way
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i hear a voice ask me
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if I've got any last words to say
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and i'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes
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somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries
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i think guilt and innocence
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they are a matter of degree
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what might be justice to you
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might not be justice to me
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i went to far, i'm sorry
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i guess now i'm going home
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so let any amongst you cast the first stone
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now we've got all these complicated machines
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so no one person ever has to have blood on their hands
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we've got complex organizations
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and if everyone just does their job
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no one person has to understand
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you might be the wrong colour
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you might be too poor
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justice isn't something just anyone can afford
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you might not pull the trigger
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you might be out in the car
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and you might get a lethal injection
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'cause we take a metaphor that far
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the big day has come
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the bell is sounding
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i run my hands through my hair one last time
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outside the prison walls
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the town has gathered
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people are trading crime for crime
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people are trading crime for crime
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people are still trading crime for crime
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Crime For Crime
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| Ani DiFranco |
