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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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They've gone to get your man. |
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0 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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I'll see your face through bar and guard. |
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You're new to me. I'm new to you. |
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I see your fate. I'll see you |
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You through. |
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Ice within. |
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And it's all cement in the government. |
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Approved? Then move |
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To the plywood booth where the prisoner's sent. |
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You read in red |
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The letters on the door and you know what they're for. |
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You feel unreal. |
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And the rattling chain's 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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You're new to me. I'm new to you. |
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I see your fate. I'll see you |
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You through. |
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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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They've gone to get your man. |
