When I sing of his weaknesses I am free. Like Leadbelly. I make a portrait of his cruelty and he worships me. Like Leadbelly. Then he sends me to the penitentiary. Like Leadbelly.
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When I sing of his weaknesses I am free. Like Leadbelly. I make a portrait of his cruelty and he worships me. Like Leadbelly. Then he sends me to the penitentiary. Like Leadbelly.