We are born in a prision,
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raised in a prision
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Send to a prision called school,
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We cry in a prision,
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We love in a prision,
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We live in a prision,
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like fools.
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Wood becomes a flut when
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it's loved,
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reach for your self and your
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battered mates.
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Mirror becomes a razor when
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it's broken,
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Look in a mirror and see
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your shattered fate.
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We live with no reason,
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Kicked around for no reason,
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Thrown out without reason
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like tools.
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Work in a prision
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And hate in aprision
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And die in a prision
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as a rule.
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We live in a prision
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Among judges and wardnes
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And wait for no reason or use
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We laugh in a prision,
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Go through all four seasons
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And die with no vision
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or truth
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Born In A Prison
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| John Lennon |
