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A man walks into his cell |
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And he looks at his story to tell |
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There are no walls in this place |
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Just a picture staring him in the face |
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He said "Hey there, picture |
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What are you hanging on? |
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It looks like you don't belong here |
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Suspended in the air |
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But you're the one making the call |
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Without asking what's better for all" |
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So then he gets out of his cell |
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And he looks around hoping to tell |
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His whole story, beginning to end |
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But the bitter sea likes to be |
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Hauntingly lonely, making it all the worse |
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To lose a friend |
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He's up in |
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trees up high |
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up high |
