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The Big House

In the slammer all day and all night Another day, with no sunlight A world without nothing in sight Sitting in a cooped up dun-geon Where misgivings are never for-giv-en Eyes upwards in isolation In banging echo location The leavings of time, gone around Emptying, pouring down Into your fearful mind Playing in lonesome, droopy time Giving your longing heart, full sway Trying to see, the light of blessed day In big house, pokey, put away In a few long months to come The end of your journey, will be in sight And from the darkness, you'll see light Knowing it's been a tough run But, hoping you know From that hard bitter lesson, spun You reap what you sow Finally, before you know it Spending time in cell, clink, cooler The chains have been slit The bars are a goner You don't know or care why Your heart beating deeper You'll be free, flying sky high

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