| on and off the road as far as we can hear
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| the sirenes growing louder and quickly disappear
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| ready to explode from everything i fear
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| that they might come right back and catch us falling down
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| another storm, another storm is falling on our heads
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| and we can never tell if we’re one step ahead
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| defeat the hoards and go back to our beds
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| we’ll never see this if they catch us falling down
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| tonight tonight
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| things had started off allright
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| but now i think we’re going to jail
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| yeah i think we’re going to jail
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| tonight tonight
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| we’re sailing through the tide
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| but now i think we’re going to jail
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| yeah, i think we’re going to jail
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| the blue and the redish lights are painting up the sky
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| and nowhere near there is somewhere we can hide
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| too many miles and hope is running dry
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| tonight they just might catch us falling down
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| both feet inside the grave but at least
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| i got my two hands
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| to try to save our lives and get away
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| get us far away 'till everything is clear
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| we’ll never let 'em close to catch us falling down
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| tonight tonight
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| things had started off allright
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| but now i think we’re going to jail
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| yeah i think we’re going to jail
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| tonight tonight
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| we’re sailing through the tide
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| but now i think we’re going to jail
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| yeah, i think we’re going to jail
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| they can lock us up behind steel bars
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| but they’ll never shut us down
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| they can lock us up they can steal our hearts
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| but they’ll never take these sounds |