| I’ll see you when I get there
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| Flash a light in your window
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| Sneak you out your parents house
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| Don’t bother with a suitcase
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| We’re gonna find a new place
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| Maybe head down south
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| We finally
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| Go where they will never find us
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| Steal away in the night’s air
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| Got a pocket full of quarters
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| Forget to stand
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| We’re gonna make our escape
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| We’ll build a fortress up in the trees
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| Climb after me, climb after me
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| We’ll make our living out of the seeds
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| There we’ll grow old
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| In search of lost gold
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| We’ll stick to the back roads
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| And get stuck in a map’s fold
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| And take the beach when the tide’s low
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| I’ll steal fruit the Hue’s trees
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| Stitch our clothes with a tight seam
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| And take cover in the backseat
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| This is something, all or nothing
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| a reason
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| To the pull the trigger of your shotgun
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| This is something, all or nothing
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| a reason
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| To the pull the trigger of your shotgun
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| They’re never gonna find us
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| They’re never gonna find us
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| They’re never gonna find us here
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| You’re never gonna find us
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| You’re never gonna find us
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| You’re never gonna find us here
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| I’ll see you when I get there
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| Flash a light in your window |