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Trapped, like a rat
I was cold, that's a fact
A piece of this cell
Four square foot of hell
And I eat, their food
Although it ain't no good
I mark all the days
With a crayon I've saved
I wanna fly like a bird over these walls
Never to be heard of again
That is all
Now freedom for most
It's just a word like toast
But you take it away
You gonna learn to say
I wanna fly like a bird over these walls
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