| We get together once a week
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| To bare our souls in my back seat
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| She makes me wear my heart on my sleeve
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| She cried a bit, I act the fool
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| We reminisce about high school
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| I ask her why she didn’t choose me
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| And she said, Help me get outta here
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| The walls are closing in
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| I wanna be gone before he comes back again
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| Help me get outta here
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| I need to get outta here
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| Before I do something crazy
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| She wears makeup to hide the scars
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| Got bruises up and down her arms
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| And the coward’s name tattooed on her wrist
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| She says that she’s afraid to leave
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| She says someday he’s gonna kill me
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| 'Cause when he’s drunk he talks with his fists
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| She said, Help me get outta here
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| The walls are closing in
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| I wanna be gone before
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| He comes back again
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| Help me get outta here
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| I need to get outta here
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| Before I do something crazy
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| And you’ve suffered for much too long
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| Baby he can’t get to you
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| Through my arms
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| I may not be your personal Christ
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| But you don’t have pray in vain
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| 'Cause I’ll be by your side
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| I’ll help you get outta here
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| If the walls are closing in
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| But we better be gone before
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| He comes back again
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| I’ll help you get outta here
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| We better get outta here
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| Before I do something crazy
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| Something crazy
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| I do something crazy |