| Walkin' down death row
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| I sang for three men destined for the chair
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| Walkin' down death row
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| I sang of lives and loves in other years
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| Walkin' down death row
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| I sang of hopes that used to be
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| Through the bars into each separate cell
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| Yes I sang to one and two and three
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| If you’d only stuck together, you’d not be here
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| If you could have loved each other’s lives, you’d not be sitting here
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| And if only this you could believe
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| You still might, you might still be reprieved
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| Walkin' down death row
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| I turned a corner and found to my surprise
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| There were women there as well
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| And babies in their arms before my eyes
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| Walkin' down death row
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| I tried again to sing of hopes that used to be
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| But the thought of that contraption down the hall
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| Waiting for whole families one dozen two or three
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| If you’d only stuck together you’d not be here
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| If you coulda loved another’s child as well, you’d not have to stay here
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| And if only this you could believe
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| You still might, you might still be reprieved
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| Walkin' down death row
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| I concentrated singing to the young
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| I sang of hopes that flickered still
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| I tried to mouth their many separate tongues
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| Walkin' down death row
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| I sang again of life and love that still could be
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| Singin' down death row
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| To each separate human cell one billion two or three
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| If you’d only stick together you’d not be here
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| If you could love another’s child
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| If you could love another’s life, like your own, you’d not be here
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| And if only this you could believe
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| You still might, you might still be reprieved |