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Five stone walls |
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Made up my home |
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May never |
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Never leave |
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Going to hate those walls |
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Till the day I die |
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Seven long months |
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Spent in the ground |
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I lived in a hole |
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Behind them walls |
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Five walls made up my home |
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Five walls made out of stone |
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For seven months |
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It hollowed me out |
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Hollowed out my body |
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Like insects do the poppy |
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I did seven months on my knees |
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Pride was a luxury |
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Still I held onto you |
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And I had no pride |
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Without pride |
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I held out for you |
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I sratched a number |
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Off a whole lot of numbers |
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Passed my fingers |
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Across your face |
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Where your picture lay |
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I was the walking sleeping |
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There was no rest for me |
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I had to walk that one straight path |
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Oh back and forth and back and forth |
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I've been walking |
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Now for ten weeks |
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I don't remember |
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I follow the line |
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I follow the line till the end |
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I don't remember |
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Eighty-seven days |
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Eighty-seven days |
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And just a picture |
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This way my ride |
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There was no one else inside |
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This was my road |
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It took me back |
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It took me forward |
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Four hundred miles |
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Four hundred miles |
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The open whites gates |
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The set me free |
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But I will not be |
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I will not be |
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Until four hundred miles are behind me |
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Who'll be there to meet me? |
