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Oh how I hate the leader's voice |
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A prisoner like me |
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Quick looks through the window show me |
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Gas towers in the dawn |
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They seem to hang about the prison wall |
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Seem to hang about the prison wall |
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And when the columns marching |
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To the place where we work so hard |
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Out in the cold, |
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I am so tired |
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This wintertime has no end |
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The sound of the boots is always there |
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It keeps waking me up |
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The short hair that |
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I wear is frozen in the wind |
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And my brain feels the same |
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My moves electrified by rail track work all day |
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I'm longing to kill the time |
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I blame you for my misery |
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This little, little misery |
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I don't fear the tears that gather in my head |
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They mean the sadness of this place |
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I laugh and wonder about the good things deep within me |
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Oh just a little misery |
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And when the columns marching from the place we work |
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Out in the cold |
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I am so tired |
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The sound of the boots is always there |
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If keeps waking me up |
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I blame you for my misery |
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This little, little misery, |
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I don't fear the tears that gather in my head |
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They mean the sadness of this place |
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I laugh and wonder about the good things deep within me |
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Oh just a little misery |
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I blame you for my misery |
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This little, lithe misery |
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A few years later lurking in my dreams |
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Winter, pounding from the boots |
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At every step they take a smell of gas and coal |
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Under the command of stupid guards |
