Lyrics:
As the pages turn, they begin to burn
Quickly turning to ash
As the pages turn, they begin to burn
Blown away by winds of time
Don't you see
prisoner
Dying to say
I ain't the same as when I was sane, yeah I ain't the same person anymore
I could sit by the window
Thinking of the wind blow
My head
Late night, all alone by myself, glass of wine drink by myself
Think of this line how should I tell
Try not to be too hard sell, I cannot help but
Are you a prisoner of your own thoughts
That has been influenced by society
A prisoner of your own thoughts
A prisoner of society
Of society
in the basements!
A prisoner in labyrinth
Of my brain itself!
In the cold-cold water
Let me drown till I'm sober!
Moving down to the bottom
Of the sea
from Alcatraz
follow the yellow brick road
Prisoner from Alcatraz
Without you by my side
Luckiest girl alive
Now there's a voice inside my head
Surrounded by seven watchtowers, with blinding lights
I cannot see the sky within These concrete walls
Arrivals, branded a name smell of burning
Japanese prisoner of love
Leering at me from the bunk above
The seventh circle of hell, right here in my cell
Did you forget you are a prisoner
no
Still struggling on, by herself
Got a picture of Jimmy
There on the shelf
And she looks at him and says
Why did we let it go
I know that
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
I don't really want to change.
(No, I don't want to change.)
Come as you are, step into the light.
We're all prisoners here,
Locked up by our minds.
layin' the cut (turn, turn, turn)
Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger (told me turn)
They love to make me a prisoner (told me turn)
I
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
come and go
No matter what I say
Nothing's set in stone
No matter what I say
Days go by
I know no matter what I say (Saint Cecilia)
Days will
branches
But my heart just couldn't stay
I left the moment that I could
A prisoner of the highway
I passed by farms and trailers
As I drove through
While a prisoner of war in Korea
Surrounded by guards and barrbed wire
I dreamed of returnin' to you, dear
Oh, that was my heart's one desire
Now
can't tell them apart
There's a book called the Bible
I should know it by heart
A very sorry saint I am, I am
A very sorry saint I am
I'm no good
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
myself out
Cause I'm a prisoner of my own mind confined
Heart caged like a bird but I can't fly
I can't get out
Can no one hear me now?
Cause I'm
the minutes pass slowly
Is it so hard to tell me that youre sorry
But you keep owning the love
I am not your prisoner
But I get lost when I try to find a way
I
Sometimes I feel like a prisoner
Stuck in my head
Sometimes I wanna be invisible
And find a new way
Sometimes I don't give a fuck
People saying I
it's still a long way to go
Whatever that means, I don't know
I'm a prisoner of wishes
Keeping a hold on a dream I want
In the short last daylight
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