Джим Моррисон
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The Doors

Unhappy girl,

Left all alone,

Playing solitaire,

Playing warden to your soul

You are locked in a prison of your own device.



And you can't believe

What it does to me

To see you cryin.



Unhappy girt,

Tear your web away.

Saw through all your bars

Melt your cell today

You are caught in a prison of your own device.



Unhappy girl,

Fly fast away,

Don't miss your chance

To swim in mystery.

You are dying in a prison of your own device.