The story
He counts the nights from one iron door to the next.
He sits under fluorescent light with a bunk, a metal tray, and a wall that never softens, while the hallway carries keys, boots, and doors slamming shut. Outside, the world keeps moving without him, and every small sound in the block reminds him what freedom feels like just out of reach.
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Lyrics
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