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JAIL BREAK




So that each and every year
Since I met my dear
I never ever regret
The babe I did get 

Yes we met in jail
Where nothing else could prevail
It was in cold April
Yet, for each other we did travail 

Bonded in chains
Together in pains
But we fought 
Just as we're taught

To remain always tough
Swallowing the bitter pills 
And miming the cough 
Accompanied by the chills

Today we rejoice 
In the love we forged
In the mindset we thought
In the scars we begot 
And the patience we bought 

So as a day passes by
Don't forget to aim high
In wet, cold and dry
It's possible so do try

Break out from Jail
Even if it means killing a soldier
For many innocent souls
Are dead for their lover.

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