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prisoner
I'm grabbing at the bars on
those windows
I'm pulling and pulling and my
hands are getting sore
But they won't come free
and you're out there
and I'm in here
I'm a prisoner.
I'm grabbing at the clothes on
this body
I'm pulling and pulling and I'm
getting nowhere
'Cause they won't come free
and I'm not with you
I'm in here
I'm a prisoner.
I'm grabbing at the crucifix
'round this neck
I'm pulling and pulling and my
faith is getting weak
But it won't come free
'cause the truth is out there
But I'm in here
I'm a prisoner.
I'm grabbing at the words that
you speak
I'm pulling and pulling at my
mouth and my eyes
'Cause I'm just an observer
watching you out there
whilst I'm in here
I'm a prisoner.
And I want to be free to touch
you
And I want to be be free to talk
with you
And I want to be free to love my
Lord
and I want to be free to love
myself
But you're out there
and I'm in here
I'm a prisoner.
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