| I read the letter that you wrote and choked
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| Feeling fear go running down my throat
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| Escalated to the point I broke for a piece of hope
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| Use percussion when I’m on my own
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| whenever I get home
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| Still get that feeling that I’m not alone
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| Said I’m never alone
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| I tried to break your codes
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| I’m past your threats grew old
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| And when my guard withdrew, you, pounced
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| Here we go now
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| (Locked)
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| In the trunk of his
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| (His car)
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| Tied down with barb
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| (Barb wire)
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| I don’t think that I can get away
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| Cruising (?)
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| (Let's ride)
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| You don’t know I’m there
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| (Inside)
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| Could be your permanent holiday
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| So I push the panic to the side and breathe
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| Even though I know his dirty deed has got everything to do with me
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| There’s bruises on my skin
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| Can’t think of where I’ve been no
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| (Locked)
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| In the trunk of his
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| (His car)
|
| Tied down with barb
|
| (Barb wire)
|
| I don’t think that I can get away
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| Cruising (?)
|
| (Let's ride)
|
| You don’t know I’m there
|
| (Inside)
|
| Could be your permanent holiday
|
| (Locked)
|
| In the trunk of his
|
| (His car)
|
| Tied down with barb
|
| (Barb wire)
|
| I don’t think that I can get away
|
| Cruising (?)
|
| (Let's ride)
|
| You don’t know I’m there
|
| (Inside)
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| Could be your permanent holiday
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| going down tonight
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| If I don’t try and fight, I’ll be his dead
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| It’s true, he’s coming back for you, for you, for you
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| to make some more
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| got to let you go
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| for him to throw me on the floor
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| gets a little sore
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| do what I adore
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| what’s a
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| Stab a little, even up the score
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| Call yourself hardcore?
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| And it makes me wonder how I’ll do it
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| And it makes me wonder how I’ll do it
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| (Locked)
|
| In the trunk of his
|
| (His car)
|
| Tied down with barb
|
| (Barb wire)
|
| I don’t think that I can get away
|
| Cruising (?)
|
| (Let's ride)
|
| You don’t know I’m there
|
| (Inside)
|
| Could be your permanent holiday
|
| (Locked)
|
| In the trunk of his
|
| (His car)
|
| Tied down with barb
|
| (Barb wire)
|
| I don’t think that I can get away
|
| Cruising (?)
|
| (Let's ride)
|
| You don’t know I’m there
|
| (Inside)
|
| Could be your permanent holiday |