| Secrets ain’t no good
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| Their dyes keep on lying
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| I’m like Robin Hood
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| I’ve made myself an island
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| I’m hiding in the shade
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| I go dark on summer days
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| This is the price of my freedom
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| Cars, boats, airplanes
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| I’m bored, insane
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| Do you know how long I’ll wait for you?
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| Till I’m black and blue
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| And do you think we all hide from the truth?
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| In ways, I do
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| No I’m not looking back no more
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| The past is close behind
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| The passport and the driver
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| My job is laying low
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| Camouflage, filming gold
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| In disguise at the border
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| Cars, boats, airplanes
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| I’m bored, insane
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| Do you know how long I’ll wait for you?
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| Till I’m black and blue
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| And do you think we all hide from the truth?
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| In ways, I do
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| Open up the heavens, we’re kicking down the gate
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| Ask you real, real nice
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| Will you let us stay?
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| Open up the heavens, we’re kicking down the gate
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| You smile real, real wide
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| Then slap us in the face
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| Do you know how long I’ll wait for you?
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| Till I’m black and blue
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| And do you think we all hide from the truth?
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| In ways, I do
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| Do you know how long I’ll wait for you?
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| Till I’m black and blue
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| And do you think we all hide from the truth?
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| In ways, I do
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| Open up the heavens, kicking down the gate
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| We’re asking real, real nice
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| Will you let us stay?
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| Open up the heavens, kicking down the gate
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| You smile real, real wide
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| Then slap us in the face |