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(R.J. Johnson/
Owens)I can't get used to waiting in this cement roomall night long I'll dig to China with my silver spoon
I didn't kill that man I called it self defensenow I watch the world go by through a twelve foot barbed wire fenceat night I pray that you'll be trueand though I'm locked away my heart belongs to youin a New York minute I'd break through these prison wallsin a New York minute I'll be goneforty years, ten months, three weeks and four daystwenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burnsoon I'll break through
I'll find a Greyhound home to youno more broken bones and frozen toes and dosey doeswith my man Joe I love him so and if I find the time I'd let him knowat night I pray that you'll be trueand though I'm locked away my heart belongs to youin a New York minute I'd break through these prison wallsin a New York minute I'll be goneforty years, ten months, three weeks and four daystwenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burntwenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burn
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