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He was a convict

Of his own conviction

He was in conflict

Of his own infliction

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And the lines do draw a parallel

Right back to the place

Where the shadow boxers dance

And old memories do dwell

Below the tight rope

Drawn in suspicion

Beneath the artist

Who walks in ambitions

And the lines do draw a parallel

Right between fact and fiction

So the honest truth cannot yell

Over blind conviction

And nobody, nobody, nobody

Likes to be kept waiting

Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody

Likes to feel powerless

He was a jack box

On his final round

He had been wound

And wound and wound

Until the old man

Pulled thr final thread

Oh, the final thread that lead

To bloodshed

And the lines do a parallel

Right to the source of the friction

Where the spark started a fire from an old flint fell

Causing a burning affliction

But, nobody, nobody, nobody

Likes to be kept waiting

Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody

Likes to feel powerless

Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody

Likes to be kept waiting

Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody

Likes to feel powerless

And so he found himself

With his lady, on the run

Pursued by his friend, the emancipator and instigator

That old shot gun

And they ran and run

Till time ran out

For there are just some things

You don’t fool about

And the lines do draw a parallel

Right between fact and fiction

So the honest truth cannot yell

Over blind conviction

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