Looking at the sun
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For the last time as a free man,
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With cuffs around his hands,
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He walks through the lonely doors.
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Razor-wire army stand guard against escape,
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While the fences and the concrete
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Cling boldly to the floor.
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When the cell door closes,
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All he can think of is,
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"What was I thinking?"
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When reality sinks in,
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He buries his face in his hands.
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No matter what those hands have done,
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They're no different than my own.
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These hands (these hands),
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These hands will all plead guilty in the end.
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Terrified and lonely beyond imagination,
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He slips into a daydream he knows he's had before.
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Bright hallucinations run rampant through a mind
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That's been beaten down and broken by a world that is no more.
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When the clock tower bellows,
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All of the memories are
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Ripped into pieces.
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When reality sinks in,
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He buries his face in his hands.
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No matter what those hands have done,
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They're no different than my own.
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These hands (these hands),
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These hands will all plead guilty in the end.
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Something's wrong here.
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Why should anyone choose death
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To save a lying thief like me?
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Show who you are, Sound the alarm, *
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This is something we've seen before.
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No matter what those hands have done,
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They're no different than my own.
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These hands (these hands),
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These hands will all plead guilty in the end.
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We'll all plead guilty.
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These Hands
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| Fades Away |
