| Warden’s calling for a lockdown, baby
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| So he’ll call on interim inequities
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| This is the last night in my body;
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| Assist in the escape
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| Warden’s calling on a jailbreak, baby
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| So he’ll fly like only a jailbird could
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| Like a felon, he fell into scandals,
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| Scams, and master plans
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| To circumvent all circumstances
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| He thought to his throat,
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| «We can swallow this key and leave when we please»
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| Let’s hope this stomach disagrees.
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| «Make a clean getaway,"he said,
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| With his hands outstretched
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| To nurse her neck
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| She lured him in with a masochistic kiss
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| And he wished he could be anywhere but here
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| (Arm in arm we walk outside so that all we’ve done was not in vain.)
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| Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do.
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| This is the last night in my body. |