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Aug 2014
locked in a cell
thinking of you
no warm arms
for me to run to

I committed a crime
so bad
I left the girl who
loved me something bad

asking myself
why did I do this crime?
I'm nothing but
a low down piece of slime

locked in a cell
thinking of you
no warm arms
for me to run to

I'd reverse the actions
that I took
but here I am going
through my charge book

I can't stand
living without you
locked in my lonely cell
what can I do?

locked in a cell
thinking of you
no warm arms
for me to run to
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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