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BORN IN A PRISON - John Lennon

We are born in a prison,
Raised in a prison
Send to a prison called school,

We cry in a prison,
We love in a prison,
We live in a prison,
Like fools.

Wood becomes a flute when it's loved,
Reach for your self
And your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken,
Look in a mirror and see
Your shattered fate.

We live with no reason,
Kicked around for no reason,
Thrown out without reason
Like tools.

Work in a prison
And hate in a prison
And die in a prison
As a rule.

We live in a prison
Among judges and wardens
And wait for no reason or use
We laugh in a prison,
Go through all four seasons
And die with no vision
Or truth.

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