I heard they cut off your writing hand
That's what they do
To people like you
No one can see me in my backyard
I sit and smoke
And no one knows
And I'm afraid that there'll be no change
That things will stay
Exactly the same
I heard they cut off your writing hand
That's what they do
To people like you
And I'm afraid that there'll be no change
That things will stay
Exactly the same
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