| Another lonely name etched in the stone
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| On a wall, in a cell, with a prisoner’s bone
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| As the night drags its fingers over our eyes
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| So too do my fingers trace these outlines
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| Lights out, lights out
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| And the concrete slowly works its way into a man’s heart
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| Real world rules, no missing evidence
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| Real world rules, no prison break
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| Real world rules, no tunnels to freedom
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| Innocence was here, innocence was here
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| Someone else’s fail has cost your life
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| What happens now when the doors have slammed shut?
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| Lights out, lights out till we think only with barbed wire brain cells
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| And dream only of some long-ago life
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| Lights out, lights out as the screamers begin their lament
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| In voices long shredded with fear and regret
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| And the natural born killers
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| Rest peaceful in their violent sleep
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| Real world rules, no missing evidence
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| Real world rules, no prison break
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| Real world rules, no tunnels to freedom
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| Innocence was here, innocence was here
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| And when somebody else’s fingers have traced
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| The initials I’ve carved, carved into the stone
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| There was no prison break, there was no escape
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| Someone else’s mistake
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| There was no prison break, there was no escape
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| I was innocent all along
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| Real world rules, no missing evidence
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| Real world rules, no prison break
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| Real world rules, no tunnels to freedom
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| Innocence was here, innocence was here
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| No missing evidence
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| No prison break
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| No tunnels to freedom
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| Innocence was here, innocence was here |