| I hear the bells of freedom chiming
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| And inside my heart I feel I’m dying
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| Wise guys never compromise
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| Then they loose their rights and they act surprised
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| Jail really cuts ya down to size
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| Let the punishment fit the crime
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| The footprints on the sand of time
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| The philosophy of warish crime
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| Make a man humble in his prime
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| You can go up, down, or sideways
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| Be on death row, counting your days
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| They say the answers are blowin' in the wind
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| And to take yourself out would really be a sin
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| You just have to cope and start over again
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| Let the punishment fit the crime
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| The footprints on the sand of time
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| The philosophy of warish crime
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| Make a man humble in his prime
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| Little child cries in his sleep
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| And life makes promises it can’t keep
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| And then you feel you had, had enough
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| You realize somehow, someway
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| Your destiny was planned from the very first day
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| Let the punishment fit the crime
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| The footprints on the sand of time
|
| The philosophy of warish crime
|
| Make a man humble in his prime
|
| Let the punishment fit the crime
|
| The footprints on the sand of time
|
| The philosophy of warish crime
|
| Make a man humble in his prime
|
| Let the punishment fit the crime
|
| Let the punishment fit the crime
|
| Let the punishment fit the crime
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| Let the punishment fit the crime |