| Feel’s like a heist when you wake me up
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| Some clothes are thrown then I’m pushed down a corridor
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| On front door step for a last time
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| I don’t look back as we tearaway
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| The scene is set for another day
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| We will go past your marker then go darker
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| Oh I got myself a lucky number
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| Oh myself, my sisters and my brothers
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| What happened next he would never say
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| The tables turned and he did escape
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| He went south into Spain and lived his days there
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| But when news came that he passed away
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| You could not find him in his grave
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| He had gone into dark night, endless walking
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| Oh I got myself a lucky number
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| Oh myself, my sisters and my brothers
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| I think if you look that is seems though the man has escaped
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| He has got away and he won’t come back for many year
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| I think if you check that it seems that you made a mistake
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| He has got away and he won’t come back for long long year
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| (Guitar Solo)
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| Oh I got myself a lucky number
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| Oh myself, my sisters and my brothers
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| Oh I got myself that lucky number
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| Oh myself, my sisters and my brothers |