| It’s been over thirty days
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| I’ve not received your letter
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| My fingernails are chewed down to the bone
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| So many different ways
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| I’ve had to say I’m sorry
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| While I’m left here in this eight by ten alone
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| It’s not the four walls movin' in that tortures me
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| It’s not the cold cement or shivers down my spine
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| It’s just the visions in my head that make me paranoid
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| And wonder if when I get out will you be mine
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| I never should have treated you
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| So bad my love I’m sorry
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| I’m broken, now I can see that now it’s true
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| My picket fence is turning razor wire
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| And now I’m awaiting trial
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| Things you have to know I did not do
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| If I could get a word with you I’d be just fine
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| Or any envelope with both your name and mine
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| We’d be enough to keep me going
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| In a world where I’m left knowing that
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| There’s something more to live for just outside
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| Seems like the last time, feels like the first
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| Though I’ve had bad days, this has to be my worst
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| I’m left thinking of you dear, while I’m waiting here
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| I haven’t seen the sun
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| Since it rested on your shoulder
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| While we walked along that vacant river side
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| They carried me away
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| To a place where I get older
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| If I cannot prove to them you never died
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| Seems like the last time, feels like the first
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| Though I’ve had bad days, this has to be my worst
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| I’m left thinking of you dear, while I’m waiting here
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| Seems like the last time, feels like the first
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| Though I’ve had bad days, this has to be my worst
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| I’m left thinking of you dear, while I’m waiting here |