| There’s four cruisers flashing in my rear view
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| They’re not gonna take me out, I’d watch it, what’d you do now?
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| There’s four cruisers weighing on my conscience
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| There is one thing for sure, this is not a fucking love song
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| My fear is gone, and still I don’t know why
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| I waited for so long to let you know
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| (I'm not goin' back)
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| Now this is all your fault and there’s no one left to blame
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| Did you think we’d make it out? |
| Did you know?
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| Do you know?
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| Oh, yeah
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| Somewhere out there
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| There’s a man on the ground who ain’t livin' anymore
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| And his name is written on my knuckles
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| Take me, take my fuckin' burden
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| There’s four cruisers flashing in my rear view
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| They’re not gonna take me out, I’d watch it, what’d you do now?
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| In each cruiser is a man with his gun
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| And his fancy little bullets with my name on 'em
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| My fear is gone, and still I don’t know why
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| I waited for so long to let you know
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| (I'm not goin' back)
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| Now this is all your fault and there’s no one left to blame
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| Did you think we’d make it out? |
| Did you know?
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| Hey, hey, ho, ho, wild chase to the open road
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| Hey, hey, ho, ho, this car is too fuckin' slow
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| Hey, hey, ho, ho, wild chase to the open road
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| Hey, hey, ho, ho, this car is too fuckin' slow
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| Don’t know where I’m going, I’m not slowing down
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| And I’ll die before I stop this fuckin' car
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| Street lights and white lines
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| This is all I have left, this is all I have
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| A flashing lights and racing hearts
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| Will you ever just slow down?
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| How did we end up here?
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| And all those sirens are getting louder
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| Flashing lights and racing hearts
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| I don’t think we’re gonna make it out
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| (This won’t end well)
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| Make it out
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| (This won’t end well) |