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When i take the prisoners swimming |
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They have the time of their lives |
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I love to watch them floating |
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On their backs |
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Unburden and relaxed |
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I sit in the tall grass and look the other way |
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And when i hall them in they always sing |
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Our sencencess will not served |
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We are constantly on trial |
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It's a way to be free |
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Most nights i go for a drive |
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To to the highest place i can find |
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Stand there on a cliff with gooseflesh |
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Watching the wind rip the leaves of the trees |
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Death defying |
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Every breath |
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Death defying |
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Soon we all be back in the yard |
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Behind the wall |
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Leaving heart |
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Dreaming of cool rivers and tall grass |
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We are constantly on trial |
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It's a way to be free |
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We are constantly on trial |
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It's a way to be free |