His bloods on stone
Its running down the frozen wall
His hands so cold
Hes trying not to fall
Oh, will he make it now
One slip and hes lost
Its his last chance for freedom
Its all that hes got
He feels good, so right
Hot sweat on a cold night
Breaking free into the wind
Hes got nothing to lose, just win
Hes just a runaway
Hes free now and on his way
Hes almost home
Just one push and
Hell take this wall
Its blood on stone
From trying not to fall
Hes made it now
Where others have not
Just one last jump to freedom
Is all that hes got
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