Behind Bars LYRICS:
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Hm-F#m-D-A-Em-G

They spend too many hours behind bars
On top and often underneath them
Let’s try and figure out what it means and then
Their fate might not be ours

The wine and weed, take off the edge
Sometimes the edge is what is needed
And they regret making new friends
When their new friends have succedded

F-Em-Am-Dm

The breakdown and the fortress
Built within a week.
You hate those fuckers
They will not die in their sleep

The silence, and the phone is dead
The cord ripped out
Give it a year and you might
figure this thing out.

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Photo credit: Frederic Poirot