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twelve men broke loose in seventy-threefrom Millhaven maximum securitytwelve pictures lined up, across the front pageseems the Mounties had a summertime war to wagethe chief told the people they had nothing to fearsaid, "the last thing they wanna do is hang around here"they mostly came from towns with long french namesbut one of the dozen was a hometown shamesame pattern on the table same clock on the wallbeen one seat empty, eighteen years in allfreezing slow time, away from the worldhe's 38 years old, never kissed a girlwe were sitting around the table, heard the telephone ringfather said he'd tell em if he saw anythingheard the tap on my window in the middle of the nightheld back the curtain for my older brother Mikesee my sister got raped, so a man got killedlocal boy went to prison, man's buried on the hillfolks went back to normal when they closed the casebut they still stare at their shoes when they pass our placemy mother cried, "the horror has finally ceased!"he whispered, "yeah, for the time being at least"over her shoulder, on the squad car megaphonesaid, "let's go Michael, son, we're taking you home."more free lyrics