| Jack he dont chill
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| He’s popped too many pills
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| Says he’s gonna set all the people free
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| Jane’s much the same
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| She’s never played the game
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| They used to like to keep me company
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| They never could stand still
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| Always up on that hill
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| Said they had to check out the territory
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| 'cause see the word was out
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| There was no doubt about it
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| Undercover men on every corner of their property
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| Jack he just took Jane by the hand
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| He said, «come over here awhile honey, 'cause tonight
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| I’m gonna take you right back
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| 'cause you remember that night?
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| We used to feel so fine»
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| The night we nearly got busted
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| Got down on our knees
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| The night we nearly got busted
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| It was the Lord who set us free, Lord who set us free, yeah
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| We nearly got busted, me and Larry Love, we’re just too damn slick
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| See now
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| Jane, all those thrills they started to spill all out all over
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| She said she could, she could hear 'em talkin in the hall
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| An’gonna
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| Jack just used to fill up that broken cup
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| He swore he saw 'em looking through the holes in the motel wall
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| He said, «hey, baby, we got time to kill
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| Eat another goddamn pill
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| I’m gonna check out the coast guard’s commentary
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| 'cause I believe our ship is comin in tonight
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| And I feel so fine I’m gonna
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| Spin out another tale of sweet testimony now
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| So come over here, baby
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| Come over here baby
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| I’m gonna take you by the hand to the promised land
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| 'cause remember that night?
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| You used to feel so fine
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| You used to feel so fine»
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| Remember
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| The night we nearly got busted?
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| Got down on our knees
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| The night we nearly got busted
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| It was the Lord who set us free
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| The night we nearly got busted
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| Got down on our knees
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| The night we nearly got busted, yeah
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| It was the Lord who set us free, Lord who set us free, yeah
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| 'cause I feel like gettin down on my knees again tonight, baby
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| 'cause I know, I know the Lord’s gonna set us free
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| Shh baby, shh baby
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| I swear I can see some light comin' over the hill
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| There’s somethin' goin' on outside man, I don’t like the feel
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| Yeah, the vibe’s gone colder than honey
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| Your bag packed?
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| I feel we gotta run soon
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| Listen to the. |
| shh
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| Busted
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| Turn the lights down low
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| Turn that stereo off I can’t think no more
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| Busted
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| Yeah, baby you alright?
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| Listen up
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| We can’t wait, can’t hesitate
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| 'cause they, they’re pickin the padlocks at the gate
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| Smell the violence, blind suckers on the side of silence are smilin',
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| givin' the eye
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| Checkin' out our fingerprint file inquiries, diggin' in the diaries
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| The mother fuckers been messin' with the phone lines
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| Wait, don’t hesitate
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| 'cause they, they’re pickin' the padlocks at the gate
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| Smell the violence, blind suckers on the side of silence are smilin',
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| givin the eye
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| Checkin' our our fingerprint file inquiries, diggin' in the diaries
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| The mother fuckers been messin' with the phone lines |