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I never thought I'd be doing time.
Whoever said that love's a crime? When I asked her to be my wife, I got my sentence: Fifty to life. I'm bound within this cell of gold Behind bars that said "to have and to hold" The judge and the jury are one in my wife. There's no parole For fifty to life. I drag around my ball and chain, knowing my vows were said in vain. As much as I may love my wife, I will be her prisoner For fifty to life.
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