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Prison
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(Sullivan)
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The curtain breathes, the air swims
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The sweat dries cold on the shivering skin
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The sheets they twist and turn again
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Round and round
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My mother she feeds and cares for me
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Shackled to responsibility
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All her precious dreams for me
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Crashing down
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Ch:
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Tell them all to go away
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Tell them all I'll be OK
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Tell them all just not today
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They're building special facilities
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Laboratory animals die for me
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I live with my humility - humility
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November 1989
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They're dancing on the Berlin Wall tonight
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I feel the flow of history
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And have no part
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Ch
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A little night in town we said
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Oh I remember very well
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They'll be out of prison soon
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And me I'm locked forever in this . . .
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I went for my mother to a holy shrine
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The wheelchairs rattled through the afternoon
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Over the cobbles and up the hill
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In an ordered procession of desperate will
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It hurts just the way it hurts today
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Those moments come, then recede away
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Better to accept what you cannot change
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The less the pain . . .
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Prison
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New Model Army |