| It’s been a long time coming.
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| These feet have been confined
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| To a bare cell, on death row.
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| Yes, my sentence was unkind.
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| 21 years in a prison cell
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| For something I didn’t do.
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| When no-one in the country believes you
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| There is nothing you can do.
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| But I never forgot how to dance,
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| No, I never forgot how to dance,
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| And if I ever got me another chance
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| I’d show the world how to dance.
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| They battered all my ugly bones,
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| They bashed out my good teeth,
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| And in my cell over many nights
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| A cacophony of grief.
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| I did all my best to cope
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| As the best years passed me by.
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| But I never gave up any hope
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| That folks would hear my cry.
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| No I never forgot how to dance,
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| No, I never forgot how to dance,
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| And if I ever got me another chance
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| I’d show the world how to dance.
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| Well this day has come to pass
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| Where the truth has overwhelmed
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| The lies of this bent justice,
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| An innocent life condemned.
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| And still some folk they doubt me.
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| Yes, they would have their day
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| When I’d be strapped down in that chair.
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| The lying bastards would have their way.
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| But I never forgot how to dance,
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| No, I never forgot how to dance,
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| If I ever got me another chance
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| I’d show the hold damn world how to dance. |