| Counting days with each cell door creak
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| I know the number of every chain link
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| Grieving walls draw near to mind
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| The deafening hush of waiting to die
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| Hold fast to hope of another day
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| Hold fast; |
| it can’t last forever
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| The meaningless names of far off places
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| I have to believe something better awaits
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| I sense a waste in every exhale
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| Breath escapes iron bar and nail
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| Forgotten silence condemned
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| Darkness as my only friend
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| But hold fast to hope of another day
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| Hold fast; |
| it can’t last forever
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| The meaningless names of far off places
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| I have to believe something better awaits
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| I have to believe something better awaits
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| I am waiting to die among a swarm of flies
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| Every day is a lifetime in chains
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| Every day
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| Hold fast to hope of another day
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| Hold fast; |
| it can’t last forever
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| In meaningless names of far off places
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| I have to believe something better awaits
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| Hold fast to hope of another day
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| Hold fast; |
| it can’t last forever
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| In meaningless names of far off places
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| I have to believe something better awaits
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| I have to believe
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| I have to believe |