| Shackled and confined within this tiny cell
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| I await punishment for a crime I did not commit
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| Flies and rats accompany me here
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| The bars gleam moist with condensation
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| As I sit throughout my last sunrise
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| This tiny island was called Admiral when I first arrived
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| Now it’s overpopulated and infested
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| Framed for murder
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| Another red-skinned scapegoat
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| My hatred of diversity condemned me
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| The man they believed I killed
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| Was sitting at peace when he was shot in the back
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| His dining room table became his deathbed
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| Flimsy evidence supporting an airtight case
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| The murder weapon misplaced
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| Fallen coincidentally to the bottom of the lake
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| His wife glared at me in the courtroom
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| A devilish stare I will never forget
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| Her tear-streaked face radiated with a glint of hope
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| As the judge revealed his verdict
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| So now I wait as the sun slowly rises
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| Counting on my last hours
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| Pleading for forgiveness
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| Although I am guiltless
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| The time has now arrived they are standing outside my chamber
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| The noose has been set and the crowd has gathered
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| The noon sun blinds me as I approach the gallows
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| So much that I can’t see my family weeping at the back of the square
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| Tied and bound with a burlap sack over my head
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| I can only hear what they are doing to me
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| The last thing I perceive is the gasp of the crowd
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| Just before the rope swings taut
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| Framed for murder
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| Another red skinned scapegoat
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| Left to hang
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| In another man’s place
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| Framed for murder
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| Another red skinned scapegoat
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| Eternal red skinned scapegoat |