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Sunday night in central booking |
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Hope no one I know is looking in on where I am, on where I've been |
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To add to my list of disgraces, they took my belt and my shoelaces |
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Yet, I'm not a threat, no, not like that |
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And when I stand for my defense |
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Should I protest my innocence |
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Or should I say, "I know I was wrong" |
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Because despite all the evidence |
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The photograph and the fingerprints |
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I don't need to stay here |
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I don't belong, I don't belong, I don't belong |
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When I saw them coming for me, I knew that I was disorderly |
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How could that be? I felt so free |
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Ran a block then, took a tumble |
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Handcuffs lock and I just mumble |
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"No, don't make me go, don't make me go" |
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And when I stand for my defense |
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Should I protest my innocence |
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Or should I say, "I know I was wrong"? |
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Because despite all the evidence |
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The photograph and the fingerprints |
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I don't need to stay here |
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I don't belong, I don't belong, I don't belong |
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Share a cell with little hellions caught up in some teen rebellion |
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But I don't know what still makes them strut |
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Use the phone but no one answers |
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That guy swears he's just a dancer |
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And we all misunderstand |
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Sunday night in central booking |
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Hope no one I know is looking in on where I am or where I've been |
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Where have I been? |
