| Last night red lights and sirens sound
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| Nine miles on a back street
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| Sneakin' out of town
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| Out of touch, goin' underground
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| Look into the mirror;
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| Can see 'em bearin' down
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| Long road windin'
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| Headlights in the dark
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| Don’t know where we’re goin'
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| But it can’t be too far
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| Ten g’s, three for you, the rest I’ll keep
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| No clues, no avenues
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| It’s a perfect scheme
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| Look-out outskirts
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| Hang a left at the hangin' tree
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| ‘Cause they say they’re gonna get ya
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| But they won’t mess with me!
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| Long road burnin'
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| You know you can’t look back
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| Cause every where your turnin'
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| You can’t escape the fact…
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| Yeah, they’re gettin' closer now
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| Step on it man you know they’re gainin' ground
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| Not afraid to die, until right now
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| I can almost feel em' breathin'
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| Fear for me…
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| Oh, last night, murder one was in the air, huh;
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| Johnny didn’t mean to do it
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| But he was real scared
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| Outlaws, runnin' hidin', who knows where
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| Next time your on the outskirts
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| Huh, well, I’ll be waitin' there
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| Long road a windin'
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| Headlights in the dark
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| Long road returnin'
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| Like a knife, in your heart
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| I’m on the outskirts now
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| Fear for me, well
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| I’m on the outskirts
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| Fear for me |