O little prison called Wentworth
How still we see thee lie
As prisoners we all
Hate this place
And watch our lives pass by
Yet locked inside our dark cells
As another night begins
We lay back
And ponder
The reasons for our sins
All of us are different
But here we're all the same
Prisoners in
Cell Block H
Playing a waiting game
Some will die and some are freed
And some will never leave
But all of us
Are on DVD
So you don't have to grieve
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