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Locked up for nothing
Stealing or something
In with this kid who seemed
Normal and quiet
I'm playing poker and
He's two cells over
Cops rush the hall I saw
Blood on the wall
Turns out the kid had a
Few bags of heroin
Deep in his stomach
He swallowed a razor
I got some stories
Hey why don't you write that
Into a song maybe
Your fans will dig that