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sleep come free me ten long years of my life taken i've been living in the pages of a magazine it breaks my heart to awaken set me free sleep come me free now the state of alabama says i killed a man the jury reached the same conclusion i remember i was there with a tire iron in my hand the rest is all confusion more like an animal and less like a man what they leave you ain't worth keeping brother let me tell you i got a clock with no hands the only way out is through sleeping you get to where you used to be whoever you claim it's open to interpretation just remember your number and abandon your name and hold on to your imagination |
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