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Someone un-cuff me now 
Yes, you officer 
I already swore I never knew her
At least I thought she said she was 21 
Please believe me it was all in good fun 
But he’s promising me the chair
He says “That was the preacher’s daughter”
I said look me in the eyes does it look like I care
Like I said it was all in good fun
Another tale to tell when the night is done
For now we must run, we must run, we must run
Because this night is so close to done
The morning will be here soon carried on the back of the sun

These uphill battles are to be fought but never won 
So I believe we better make this quick
Soon I will run out of excuses and out will come the nooses
To hang me from the highest branch of the old oak tree
Though I will not choke
The bole shall break once again for me
Oh, yes you shall see me falling free
I will not get my wish I’m cursed with everyone else’s wish immortality 

So may I reiterate on the price we pay to be quote free 
Your not you and I’m not me
We’re just 9 digits in a database no longer human beings 
Yes, such a beautiful freedom they have conceived
So Mr. Cowboy president or may I say Jesus of tyranny 
What kingdom do you expect to come from all your good deeds
All the seeds of disaster have been planted 
If your will is granted they will burst and bloom
Consume all things and until then we’ll trade oil for blood 
I’m going to show some good judgement 
You can have your kingdom of cards castles 
Built carefully in sand 
Enjoy your kingdom vacant and unmanned

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