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He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name<br>the world he often traveled, in search of his ultimate fame<br>but the only thing he's remembered for was his hot wife Lorraine<br>who still holds the all-time record for the amount of her Playboy images stained
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<span>I close my eyes, I go far away, away from this battlefield</span>
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I close my eyes, I go far away, away from this battlefield<br>the wounds and scars left on my heart I could never shield
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I close my eyes, I go far away, away from this battlefield<br>the wounds and scars left on my heart I could never shield<br>Life goes on, you must not yield.<br><br><br>maribell
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I close my eyes, I go far away, away from this battlefield<br>the wounds and scars left on my heart I could never shield<br>Life goes on, you must not yield.<br>yet months turn to years and the wounds haven't healed.
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the loud, long, and hollow walk through that cold brick hallway echos through my mind...
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the loud, long, and hollow walk through that cold brick hallway echos through my mind...<br>So here I am, San Quentin, wow, heading to my cell, soon I shall find.<br>
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the loud, long, and hollow walk through that cold brick hallway echos through my mind...
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the loud, long, and hollow walk through that cold brick hallway echos through my mind...<br>So here I am, San Quentin, wow, heading to my cell, soon I shall find.<br>
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<div class="scrolling"> the loud, long, and hollow walk through that cold brick hallway echos through my mind... <br> So here I am, San Quentin, wow, heading to my cell, soon I shall find. <br> Please write letters to me. Don't be mad. Be kind. <br><br><br><br> maribell <br></div> the loud, long, and hollow walk through that cold brick hallway echos through my mind... <br> So here I am, San Quentin, wow, heading to my cell, soon I shall find. <br> Please write letters to me. Don't be mad. Be kind. <br><br><br><br> maribell <br>