| I was wise, went downwind
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| I hid all the evidence
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| but then I saw you walking slowly down the stairs with your friends
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| soon the dogs caught the smell and the detective found prints
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| so I kicked, and I fought
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| did all I could just to resist
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| my dirty face on the ground a heavy knee in my back
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| and I’m heading downtown with handcuffs tight around my wrists
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| I was home free, and headed south
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| I’d buy an island and relax
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| now I’m, locked up, and staring out
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| through metal bars at what I had
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| it was airplanes and dirty vans
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| and a confession to fog the air
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| now your, hooked up with an old friend
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| all I have this paper a pen and all these
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| really good reasons to swear
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| I’d erase, start again
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| I see it clearly inside my head
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| It would have worked under a different set of circumstances
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| but my life’s not a movie, I can never again
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| live a day, in the past
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| When we walked nowhere are 4 am I let my hand hang beside me hoping you’d get the hint
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| But you didn’t that night and now you’re so happy with him
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| I’m holding onto this spoon
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| And I’m scratching at the cement
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| When the guard’s not paying attention
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| I will tunnel through dirt and rock and under barbed wire fence
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| And I will find my freedom
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| In the sunlight, my freedom |