Well I done my time in the jail of your mind And I dug all I could toward the good of your kind But they say it's better to be twisted black and blue Chopped down like an old wooden tree and planted new Than it is to spend a life time in the jail of your mind
Chorus But you don't have to be cruel to be kind And you don't have to be a fool to be blind And you don't have to be a down and out To be down sometimes
Her dreams were full of dreams like leaves in the wind That were scattered to the edges of the world and back again Oh there's more to me than you can see from here my friends Here there are no why's so why do you pretend I hear my critic laugh and he's my only friend
Chorus
And now that I'm free from the jail of your mind And I feel rather tied like a crying child I wanted to be better than the rest New kind of man, lot more than blood and flesh But now I'm left on my own in the jail of my mind
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