| There’s so much between us
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| At least we’re not alone
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| We’re locked into a secret
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| That we can never show
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| There must be a solution
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| For there was a crime
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| It ain’t no Sunday
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| I made some calculations
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| I had to break the law
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| Had to become an illegal
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| You had to take that fall
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| There’s always a solution
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| Always a way out
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| I’m all alone and I’m far from home
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| When you’re halfway to hell
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| There’s a distance left to run
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| And you know it can’t be done by yourself
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| We’re in this together
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| It’s us against the world
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| We all need an accomplice
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| We need to get to hell
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| There must be a solution
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| For now it’s the time
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| It ain’t no Sunday
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| When you’re halfway to hell
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| There’s a distance left to run
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| And you know it can’t be done by yourself
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| When you’re halfway to hell
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| You could just keep on running
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| Or turn around and face yourself
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| When you’re halfway to hell
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| There’s a distance left to run
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| And you know it can’t be done by yourself
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| When you’re halfway to hell
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| You could just keep on running
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| Or turn around and face yourself, oh oh oh |