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                               prison                                    
                                                                         
                       he held my wrists in his hand                     
                       like handcuffs                                    
                       "even if you do nothing wrong                     
                       you will go to hard-cold prison."                 
                       (why the endless crime?)                          
                       and this you did not deserve                      
                       this solitude only Jesus knew                     
                       so i dragged on my cigarette                      
                       bleeding blue and gray                            
                       all i remeber is you dying                        
                       and me praying the our father                     
                                                                         
                       Copyrite (c) 1993 - Mark L. Denslow               
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