| I dreamed that love was a crime
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| I was alone, so lonely and blue
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| You know why? |
| Because eight men and four women, Lord
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| They found me guilty of loving you
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| As they were taking me away
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| You were taking, I saw you when you were taking the witness stand
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| You know what? |
| I heard the lawyer when he asked you, my love
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| «Do you really love that man?»
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| It was eight men and four women
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| How could they be so blind
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| How could they call me guilty?
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| And called true love a crime
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| Guilty Guilty Guilty
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| But a tear rolled down my cheek
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| I felt so sorry for you
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| You know why?
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| Because in my heart I knew, oh yes, baby I knew
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| That they would find you guilty too
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| Judge, your honor and to the jury
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| I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are innocent
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| And true love is not a crime |