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Most of my dreams are robberies |
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The fam'ly dies the child flees |
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Through backyards filled with enemies and |
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Fences fleshed by panicked knees and |
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Freedom is the deep-night there |
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The hurried-flight emergencies |
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Hospital-hell tragedies are finding me in countries |
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So far |
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From my home |
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So hard |
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The night's grown |
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And it seems to holler and glow... |
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So long |
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The neighborhood is ceaseless where |
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Backyards kiss like memories and |
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Nothing is like the hot nightmare of |
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Hearing them in melodies and |
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Dangerous cars pull in our driveway |
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Blast their brights into our windows and |
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Though they don't have guns or knives they |
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Fill me with a fear that takes me |
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So far |
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From my home |
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So hard |
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The night's grown |
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And it seems to holler and glow... |
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So long |
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So when the backyards finally end |
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You'll find me on dark-highway, send |
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My fear to all the highwaymen at |
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The foot of the dark-highway bending |
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Back into a home again |
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A driveway lit like a dead-end for |
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So long |