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Without Chains, by Patti Smith

For four long years
I wasn’t a man
dreaming chained
with the lights on
in another world
a netherworld
four long years
with nothing
to say
thoughts impure
at Guantanamo Bay

now I’m learning
to walk
without chains
I’m learning
to walk
without chains
learning to walk
without chains
without chains
without chains

born in bremen
played guitar
a young apprentice
building ships
loved and married
heard the call
is attaining wisdom
a pursuit of fools
journeyed to Pakistan
to breathe the Koran
taken in custody
no reason why
then a prison camp
as an enemy
Combatant

(Chorus)

Languished in a cell
Four years and a day
Then flown home
A version of free
Chained to the floor
With eyes bound
One last humiliation
left to endure
they say I walk
strange
that may be so
its been a long time
since I walked at all

now I’m learning
to walk
without chains
to talk
without chains
to breathe
without chains
to love etc…
without chains
without chains
without chains

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