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Freedom for the scape goat, let him rot in jail |
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Gloomy eyes, just pissed his heart like crucifixion nails |
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Shake his fists and raise his beam, he never stood a chance |
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When the angry red mob on Fleet Street you turned your eyes to friends |
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Humble thought from Dublin chased across the waves |
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Your body still sharp enough to slice through every page |
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Destitute and beaten by the system of the crown |
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The bitter pill you swallowed take the sweet of going down |
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And looking back with a GREAT INDIFFERENCE |
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Looking back at the lime STONE WALLS |
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Thinking how BEAUTY DECEIVED YOU |
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Knowing how the fools are fought |
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A golden boy in velvet landed in New York |
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The past was so seductive when they paid to hear you talk |
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Baccarat and ?? tobacco from Virginia |
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Long before the lords and Lord granted Oscar Wilde a sinner |
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Looking back on a COLD, BLEAK WINTER |
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Looking back on those LONG, DARK DAYS |
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Set like the head of Joan the Baptist |
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In the other sour May |
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Don't turn around if you watch out screaming |
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Don't cry out loud, you never know who's listening |
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'Cause dear Lord, the exiles aren't forgiven |
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From ?? to a prison |
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Looking back at the HARD LIFE |
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Looking back at the WRETCHED WAR |
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Taken back there for my savior |
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Strange to think I'll miss them all |
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Strange to thing I'll miss them all |
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And looking back with a GREAT INDIFFERENCE |
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Looking back at the lime STONE WALLS |
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Thinking how BEAUTY DECEIVED YOU |
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Knowing how the fools are fought |
