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I can see the harbor lights
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Looks like the fourth of July
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Maybe Christmas night
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Reflected in water
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In my cell, behind this wall
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I share my time
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With many a soul who is lost
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Why must I always be a loser
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Why can't I ever be a winner
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So as time
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Goes rolling by
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I lose my chance
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It's only one life
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If I had the wings of an angel
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O'er these prison walls I would fly
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Straight from the darkness into the light
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Why must I always be a loser
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Why can't I ever be a winner
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Spoken: My dearest darling, as I'm writing you this letter
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They're coming to take me away
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They're beginning to shave my head now, sweetheart
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But as their doing it
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I just want you to know
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That I wouldn't have it any other way
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I'm glad that I killed your mother
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She was a low-down dirty old hag
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But in the end darling
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You will get your revenge
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Because you see
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Their gonna send you my belongings
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In a plastic bag
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La, la, la
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A plastic bag
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Harbor Lights
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| Steve Miller Band |
