| Too hot. |
| no air.
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| Loud fan and a big tin can.
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| Wait here. |
| steer clear.
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| Theyve gone to get your man.
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| 10 am.
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| Through gate 3 with picture id.
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| This old billfold
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| Experiences security.
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| I hear the click. |
| these men are hard.
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| Ill see your face through bar and guard.
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| Youre new to me. |
| Im new to you.
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| I see your fate. |
| Ill see you
|
| You through.
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| Ice within.
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| And its all cement in the government.
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| Approved? |
| then move
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| To the plywood booth where the prisoners sent.
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| You read in red
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| The letters on the door and you know what theyre for.
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| You feel unreal.
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| And the rattling chains coming over the floor.
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| I hear the clock. |
| these walls are green.
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| I see your face through tin and screen.
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| Youre new to me. |
| Im new to you.
|
| I see your fate. |
| Ill see you
|
| You through.
|
| Too hot. |
| no air.
|
| Loud fan and a big tin can.
|
| Wait here. |
| steer clear.
|
| Theyve gone to get your man. |