| Some work and slave for all of their days
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| And they’ll do anything whatever it pays
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| Some of us search and we find other ways
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| Me, I turned to thieving
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| A little bit here and a little bit there
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| Always some danger but i didn’t care
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| As long as I felt I was getting my share
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| That’s all I ever believed in
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| From the day I was born I understood
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| One way or another I’d wind up no good
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| One night I got caught, always knew that I would
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| The charges were robbery and murder
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| I broke into a house for money and jewels
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| Some old man tried to stop me, poor misguided fool
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| I killed him and left him in his own bloody pool
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| I ran but was caught by the soldiers
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| They bound me and beat me and put me on trial
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| It was all cut and dried, it took a short while
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| «Have you anything to say?» |
| I only smiled
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| And said, «Judge, let’s get this over.»
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| I was led from the courtroom and back to my cell
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| For a man 'bout to die I was taking it well
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| With no hope of heaven and no fear of hell
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| Only silence and darkness forever
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| I awoke from a dream in the middle of the night
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| The door burst open and in streamed the light
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| A man was thrown in more dead than alive
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| On his face I could see the blood glisten
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| I could tell at a glance he’d been beat black and blue
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| He lay their unconscious but then he came to
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| I said, «Tell me, friend, what on earth did you do.»
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| He said, «I told them but they wouldn’t listen.»
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| Told them what?" I asked but he didn’t speak again
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| He just lay there quiet in his blood and his pain
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| The morning broke, it was starting to rain
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| The guards come in and they got us
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| Out to the courtyard in the cool morning air
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| A crowd was waiting. |
| Why were they there?
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| Two small-time losers, what did they care?
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| I’d have thought they’d already forgot us
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| The next thing I heard was the governor’s own voice
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| He raised up his hands and the mob ceased its noise
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| «According to custom I’m giving you the choice
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| Which of these men should I pardon?»
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| The mob went crazy and cried out my name
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| Shouting, «Give us Barabas!» |
| again and again
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| The governor sighed and said, «My hands are clean.»
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| The mob shouted, «Give us Barabas!»
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| But what kind of freedom is this that is mine?
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| To spend all my days in search of a sign
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| To have my life saved and to never know why
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| To owe such a debt to a stranger
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| I will go with the wind to a far distant land
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| I will not cease my wandering til I understand
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| I will tell everyone, every woman and man
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| Of the strange things I have beheld here
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| Of the strange things I have beheld here |