| 18 hours a day
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| 7 days a week
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| Locked up in this godforsaken joint
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| Anything you say
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| I turn the other cheek
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| You’d be amazed what one will do at gun-point
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| Heal me, please heal me
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| I need something bad, something to call my own
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| Won’t you heal me, please heal me
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| I need something bad, something to call my own
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| Had me dig a grave
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| When men without no soul
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| Beat my friend to death when she escaped
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| A new millennium slave
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| Stuck in a hellhole
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| A piece of property, born to be raped
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| Heal me, please heal me
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| I need something bad, something to call my own
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| Won’t you heal me, please heal me
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| I need something bad, something to call my own
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| I was sold, a thousand dollars flat
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| Mondays are slow, special leftover fee
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| Won’t get old, I am aware of that
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| But I’ll go free…
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| Heal me, please heal me
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| I need something bad, something to call my own
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| Won’t you heal me, please heal me
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| I need something bad, something to call my own |