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Well I done my time in the jail of your mind
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and I dug all I could toward the good of our kind
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but they say it's better to be twisted black and blue
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chopped down like an old wooden tree and planted new
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than it is to spend a life time in the jail of your mind
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But you don't have to be cruel to be kind
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and you don't have to be a fool to be blind
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and you don't have to be a down and out
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to be down sometimes
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Her dreams were full of dreams like leaves in the wind
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that were scattered to the edges of the world and back again
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Oh there's more to me than you can see from here my friends
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here there are no why's so why do you pretend
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I hear my critic laugh and he's my only friend
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But you don't have to be cruel to be kind
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and you don't have to be a fool to be blind
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and you don't have to be a down and out
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to be down sometimes
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And now that I'm free from the jail of your mind
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and I feel rather tied like a crying child
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I wanted to be better than the rest new kind of man, lot more than blood and flesh
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but now I'm left on my own in the jail of my mind
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But you don't have to be cruel to be kind
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and you don't have to be a fool to be blind
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and you don't have to be a down and out to be down sometimes.
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Cruel to be kind
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