You¢¥re waiting for the day
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when you are free again
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counting every second of every minute
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but you¢¥ve got two more years to live here
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in this cell inthe city jail of nowhere
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counting every hour of the day
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lying in your cell and you pray
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you killed her her house one night
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as she came home from work
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you didn¢¥t even know her name
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she was a sweet and innocent young pretty girl
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and you killed her just for fun
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It¢¥s getting dark outside
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you¢¥re tired so you lay
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your head down on your pillow
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close your eyes and try to sleep
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every night you dream the same dream
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dream about the girl and her screams
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see her pretty face and her shining hair
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she had so many dreams and plans
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you killed her in her house one night
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when the light was alright
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and no one could here her scream
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she was a sweet and innocent young pretty girl
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and you killed her just for fun
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The Night She Died
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| Snitch |
