| I’ve found a way out
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| I’ve found a way out
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| A way out of this hell
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| A way out of this hell
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| But I can’t do it myself
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| Can’t do it all myself
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| I need a little help
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| I need a little help
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| But I’ve found a way out
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| Oh howdy, hey y’all
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| We were about to tell a tale
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| Of how to get out of jail
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| Without bail and without fail
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| No doubt they’ll try to follow our trail
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| So we’ll throw them off the smell
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| Scale mountains and vales
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| Down roofs and wells
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| And escape town, raise hell
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| Quite an incredible story
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| Two detestable criminals jetted in glory
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| But you were skeptical towards me
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| Almost ignored me, really you warned me
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| Stay away
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| But I have a daughter
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| And a father’s love is something really strong
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| Her being far is like fish that’s out of water
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| So I proved that I could be a worthy partner
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| I scrutinise the new arrivals
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| To find a suitable sidekick
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| Who’ll survive and who will thrive
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| If I supervise them through the life
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| We do inside this human binding zoo
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| That’s grinding you to piles of used detritus
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| Until a new life is to do or die for
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| I’m down, damn, don’t you understand?
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| No slack like a racked rubber band
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| You can stop looking for your other man
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| We’re a team on the way to motherland
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| And when we’re done we can part ways
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| From this parley, eat a parfait
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| On the parkway or the pathway
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| But we can’t do this halfway, can we?
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| I don’t want to be behind bars
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| I want to sleep in five star hotels
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| And drive cars
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| Low life with a kind heart
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| So I’ll be right behind you when the fight starts
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| I’ll strike guards
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| When a couple of die hards combine smarts
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| It’s like «What?»
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| Whatever it takes
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| Sever and break
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| Anybody who would tether our fate
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| We’re doing this now
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| Hell if I wait
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| I don’t have the time, I’m not in the state
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| Of mind, I’m putting my trust and my faith
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| In your plan, I hope I’m not making mistakes
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| We’re seeing this through and scraping the plate
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| We’re breaking our chains and storming the gate
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| Trust in my decision
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| Mission: Busting out of prision
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| Hidden, sussing out the system
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| Bring the cooking out the kitchen
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| Cuss each other out like brothers
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| Busting raps on rhythms
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| Ay, didn’t your mother ever think
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| To teach you how to listen?
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| She did, I’m glad I listened to you
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| This prison is something we’re wriggling through
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| No witnesses, wit and just riveting coup
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| Positioning us, from vision of you
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| This is our run, this is our chance
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| Opportunity for us to advance
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| I’m taking the reins and taking a stance
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| We’re taking a risk, let’s hope that it stands
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| The penal system sucks
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| We need to steal a pickup truck
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| And leave for freedom
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| Police we leave them in the dust
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| 'cause we could give a fu…
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| We all have reasons to keep breathing
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| Even if it means thieving
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| People we keep dear and need to see them
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| These are deep feelings
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| I’ve found a way out
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| I’ve found a way out
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| A way out of this hell
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| A way out of this hell
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| But I can’t do it myself
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| Can’t do it all myself
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| I need a little help
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| I need a little help
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| But I’ve found a way out |