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A lifetime away from the here and the now |
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A shadow is waiting, his body is bound |
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A man whose existence was stolen away |
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Who hopes against hope they'll release him some day |
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Look at you powerful people |
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Cowering in silence |
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And it seems clear to me that you're |
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Fishing for souls |
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He's hostage to all your political goals |
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Whe freedom comes closer |
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And deals could be done |
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A fair-weather government plays deaf and dumb |
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The days became months and the months became years |
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But hers is a memory that's still crystal clear |
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And sometimes it seems she's alone in the fight |
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To rescue the man who was torn from her life |
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Look at you powerful people |
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Grey suits and black hearts |
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And it seems clear to me that you're |
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Fishing for souls |
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He's hostage to all your political goals |
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Whe freedom comes closer |
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And deals could be done |
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A fair-weather government plays deaf and dumb |
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Will is time ever come? |
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'Cause if you really valued life |
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You would stop at nothing |
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To get him back |
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Or will you wait till he returns |
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In a box |
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Draped in union jacks? |
