Behind this wall
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The sun never shines its rays down on me
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Don't blame the man who's hunted and trapped
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And longs to be free
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Every day the Good Lord sends
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I plan my sweet revenge
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This place won't get me down
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Because I'm gonna burn it down
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Your own idea of freedom might be to walk in the sun
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And someone else, well they might tell you, loving someone
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There's a million kind of doors
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To go with all the different laws
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To lock you out and keep you in
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But never stop you burnin'
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Burnin'
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