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i set here

 staring at this concreat wall

theres only pain and fear

Down that long dark hall

Chorus

all of every thing

goes into the wind

 yes all of every thing

goes into the wind

now i'v been setting on death row

For two or three years

they strap me into that chair

and i see my cold wet tears

Chorus

i pass trough those golden gates

 although my bodys still on the ground

my soul up here he takes

ashes to ashes i've found

Chorus

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