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[ Author's Note: I have never been arrested or incarcerated.]
I'm a bit of a victim as I look at myself
In a pit of my failing design
And I bet there's a better way to live in this Hell
If I ever get feeling inclined
Thrown from wisdom
Turned to stone
Make some ransom
Price unknown
With a window in prison I could still see outside
To the birds as they flit through the square
But the rightly convicted keep their eyes open wide
To the windows that aren't even there
Thrown from wisdom
Fatally blown
Make some ransom
Price unknown
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| © 2011. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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