With that last sweet dream
With that first faint nightmare
I went out in a haze
Under the hush sound of the quiet.
Dying down at the stream
Beneath the moonlight's gracious glare
Finding no one to praise
None to quell my soul's final riot.
All is well and done
But one thing more remains
At the first break of dawn
You won't find me in chains.
Come with your prayers
Come with your dimes
I won't pray for your care
I won't pay a penny for my crimes.
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