My heart’s ablaze
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I’m an empty page
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You’ve been sanctified
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But will you stay the night?
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And through a prisoner’s bars
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I’m reaching out too far
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And in the shifting dust
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I see I’m out of luck
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And on the funeral pyre
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No, I will not catch fire
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And though my insides burn
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No, I will never learn
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And like a common thief
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Down at the jury’s feet
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Yea, when my name gets called
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I guess I’ll walk along
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(x2)
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Some day,
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I’ll be free of these chains
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That are holding me
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Empty Page
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| Ron Pope |
