| I pack my things, time to get going
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| And hitched a ride into the ocean
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| Oh, I know I should get away, get away
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| I pack my shit, time to hit the road
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| And drove my car into a black hole
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| Oh, I know I should but I don’t wanna change
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| I need to hold her, I need to touch her
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| I need to hold her, I need to touch her
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| They’re shooting at me, grinning through their teeth
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| Not hitting a thing
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| Despite what it might mean, I’m not worrying
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| Grinning through my teeth
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| My winter lake house is freezing cold
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| And my polar bear don’t do what he’s told
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| Oh, I know I should get away, get away
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| I need to hold her, I need to touch her
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| I need to hold her, I need to touch her
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| They’re shooting at me, grinning through their teeth
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| Not hitting a thing
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| Despite what it might mean, I’m not worrying
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| I’m not worrying
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| They’re shooting at me, grinning through their teeth
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| Grinning through my teeth |