14 years behind these bars,
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In 12-foot square of cold cement.
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I've lost nearly everything,
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For a crime of which I'm innocent.
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But all my suffering's a light and momentary pain,
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While the weight of an endless glory still remains to me.
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A dead man walking down the hall,
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To meet a mess of wood and wire.
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They lead me where men fear to tread-
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But towards the thing I most desire.
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For all my suffering's a light and momentary pain,
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While the weight of an endless glory still remains.
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Throw the switch son; I know you ain't got a choice.
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The dawn is coming; all is well, I will rejoice.
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Wood & Wire
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| Thrice |
