C C7 I am a prisoner in this dark placeF C I am a prisoner in the dark places of this houseC C7 And my master comes by every once in a whileF C Yes, my master comes by and he feeds my mouthAm He is a good manEm You don't know him like I know himF G F And I'm his good little girlC F I am a prisoner down in the basement of this houseAm And I wouldn't trade itG F Not for all the worldF G C I wouldn't trade it for all the world [Verse 2]C C7 I got a window I can look out and see the lightF C I got a window, to a set of concrete stairsC C7 And I can hear footsteps all the people on the streetF C Sometimes I get to thinking life is so unfairAm But I am a weakling, honeyEm And I can't survive out thereF G F With nobody round to tell me how to beC F I am a prisoner, I can't make it on my ownAm G F And I'm so glad my master takes good care of meF G C So glad he takes good care of me
The Prisoner
Ezra Furman
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