When I take the prisoners swimming
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They have the time of their lives
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I love to watch them floating
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On their backs
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Unburden and relaxed
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I sit in the tall grass and look the other way
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And when I hall them in they always sing
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Our sencencess will not served
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We are constantly on trial
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It's a way to be free
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Most nights I go for a drive
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To to the highest place I can find
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Stand there on a cliff with gooseflesh
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Watching the wind rip the leaves of the trees
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Death defying
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Every breath
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Death defying
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Soon we all be back in the yard
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Behind the wall
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Leaving heart
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Dreaming of cool rivers and tall grass
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We are constantly on trial
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It's a way to be free
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We are constantly on trial
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It's a way to be free
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River guard
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