| Watching someone stop breathing
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| Feel their arms and palms releasing
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| The color, the smell of their skin, all of this with your fingerprints
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| And there isn’t a thing that we can do
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| Drive, drive, drive, drive, I don’t want to get caught
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| We’ll say, we’ll say we’re innocent
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| There is enough to prove we’re not
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| They will believe anything
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| I’m packing all my clothes and never going to go home again
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| There isn’t one thing we’ve forgot
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| You’ll see, we’ll get away with this
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| My jeans, your shoes, we’ll throw away everything we’ve used
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| But there’s still your worried mouth to match your worried eyes
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| The only two things left to find
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| Drive, drive, drive, drive, I don’t want to get caught
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| We’ll say, we’ll say we’re innocent
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| There is enough to prove we are not
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| They will believe anything
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| I’m packing all my clothes and never going to go home again
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| There isn’t one thing we’ve forgot
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| You’ll see, we’ll get away with this
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| There’s no compromise so remember this
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| Your hands are lies
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| It is too late for ifs
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| (Murderer, with your teenage eyes, resist confession)
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| We’ll go home and close the doors and pull the sheets up to our heads and sleep
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| (Oh, the weight is so much; my heart is hollow with this foolish thing I’ve
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| done)
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| And there isn’t a thing they can do
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| Drive, drive, drive, drive, I don’t want to get caught
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| We’ll say, we’ll say we’re innocent
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| There is enough to prove we are not
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| They will believe anything
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| I am packing all my clothes and never going to go home again
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| There isn’t one thing we’ve forgot
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| You’ll see, we’ll get away with this |