Freedom for the scapegoat leaving Reading Jail
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Rheumy eyes just pierced his heart like crucifixion nails
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Shaking fists and razors gleamed, you never stood a chance
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When the ink ran red on Fleet Street
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You turned your eyes to France
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Humbled far from Dublin, chased across the waves
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Your biting wit still sharp enough
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To slice through every page
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Destitute and beaten by the system of the crown
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The bitter pill you swallowed
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Tasted sweeter going down
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And looking back on the great indifference
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Looking back at the limestone wall
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Thinking how beauty deceives you
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Knowing how love fools us all
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A golden boy in velveteen landed in New York
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The past was so seductive
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When they paid to hear you talk
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Baccarat and champagne flutes
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Tobacco from Virginia
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Long before the lords and law
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Branded Oscar Wilde a sinner
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And looking back on the cold bleak winter
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Looking back on those long dark days
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Felt like the head of John the Baptist
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In the arms of Salome
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Don't turn around it's a white gull screaming
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Don't cry out loud you never know who's listening
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You've seen it all the exiled Unforgiven
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From the stately homes of England to her prisons
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And looking back at the hardened lifers
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Looking back on the wretched poor
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Thinking maybe they were my saviors
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Strange to think I'll miss them all
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Strange to think I'll miss them all
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[Chorus]
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Oscar Wilde Gets Out
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| Elton John |
