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It's hard to be creative,
Sitting in this cell.
There is nothing to stir
My soul here,
Save the far off toll
Of a church bell.
It's hard to be creative,
With thoughts of freedoms guise.
There's nothing to beleive in,
Save the pain,
Save the lies.
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