See the people on their way
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Going nowhere, waste their day
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And it's strange, strange
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And so I sit in padded cells
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Through the bars, I might as well
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And it's strange, strange
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Though I'll stay here 'til my end
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I'm better off than you, my friend
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And it's strange, strange
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Fred
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| James Gang |
