In the blue of the evening when the sun is low
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There's a shadow that creeps across my cell block floor
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And it comes to remind me what I'm in here for
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No, I'm not admittin' that I done the crime
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I'm only getting down to doin' time
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The passin' of day is no concern of mine
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There's a guard on the second shift comes on at three
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And he's always about a half inch off of me
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Like he needs to keep remindin' me that I'm not free
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God forgive him 'cuz he doesn't see
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He's no less a prisoner 'cuz he holds a key
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and God forbid he turn his back on me
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For every wall you build around your fear
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A thousand darker things are born in here
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There fed on contempt for all that you hold dear
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The truth is it doesn't matter what you do
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'Til you gaze in that mirror with an eye that's true
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And admit that what scares you is the me in you
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The Truth
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| Steve Earle |
