| The wheels are turning
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| Broken machinery
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| It grinds below us
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| And all around I see
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| The crooked ceiling
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| The old familiar halls
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| The dirty paper
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| That’s covering the walls
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| The shattered staircase
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| The bed I’m bleeding in
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| We’ve tried to fight this
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| But we can never win
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| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
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| If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
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| And so I hold tight to any hands I see
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| But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
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| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
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| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
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| He takes my picture
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| Although I don’t know why
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| His hands are shaking
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| Although I see him try
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| To look collected
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| He thinks it doesn’t show
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| We are connected
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| But what he doesn’t know
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| Is when the guard comes
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| To take me away
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| I will be tortured
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| Until the break of day
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| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
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| If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
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| And so I hold tight to any hands I see
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| But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
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| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
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| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
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| He’s at the window
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| He’s always looking down
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| As we are beaten
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| How can this fucking town
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| Not know what’s happening
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| To all their little girls
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| They’ve got the Pirate
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| They’re cutting off her curls
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| And she is screaming
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| They won’t leave her alone
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| And I am dreaming
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| Of joys I’ve never known
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| At least I’m breathing
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| At least I have my wits
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| But when the cart comes
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| Who’s buried in the pits
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| Below my window
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| I hear a horse go by
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| And in the next cell
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| An inmate starts to cry
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| We try our best though
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| To quiet down the fuss
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| We know tomorrow
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| It could be one of us
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| And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
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| If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath
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| And so I hold tight to any hands I see
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| But nothing’s alright; |
| they’re always watching me
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| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
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| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
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| And no one’s coming, coming to take me home… |