When the prisoner died
Lord, we knew we had failed
The black ladies sang
And the neighborhood children wailed
Now the siren singers
Are about to come out
Can we blame ourselves
For ever having had a pitch of doubt
I like, I like the sound
I want to watch you draw infinity
Listen to you
While you're listening to me
'Cause I like, I like the sound
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