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The wheels are turning
Broken machinery
It grinds below us
And all around I see
The cracked ceilings
The old familiar halls
The dirty paper
That’s covering the walls

The shattered staircase
The bed I’m bleeding in
We’ve tried to fight this
But we can never win

And in the gaslight
That brings both life and death
If it’s like last night
This could be my last breath

And so I hold tight
To any hand I see
But nothing’s alright
They’re always watching me
And no one’s coming
Coming to take me home

He takes my picture
Although I don’t know why
His hands are shaking
Although I see him try
To look collected
He thinks it doesn’t show
We are connected
But what he doesn’t know

Is when the guard comes
To take me away
I will be tortured
Until the break of day

And in the gaslight
That brings both life and death
If it’s like last night
This could be my last breath

He’s at the window
He’s always look down
As we are beaten
How can this fucking town
Not know what’s happening
To all their little girls
They’ve got the pirate
They’re cutting off her curls

And she is screaming
They won’t leave her along
And I am dreaming
Of joys I’ve never known

At least I’m breathing
At least I have my wits
But when the cart comes
Who’s buried in the pits

Below my window
I hear a horse go by
And in the next cell
An inmate starts to cry

We try our best though
To quiet down the fuss
We know tomorrow
It could be one of us

And in the gaslight
That brings both life and death
If it’s like last night
This could be my last breath

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