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I remember there were |
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Fights and screaming in the streets that night |
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I had to run from the |
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Insinuations all about my life |
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It didn't matter |
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I was Armed and ready |
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I was on the run |
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Up in the mountains |
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I've got Food and shelter |
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I'm a loaded gun |
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Steal away into the hills |
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My world is turning |
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Secrecy becomes my mask |
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My cloak and dagger |
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I'm not so sure that |
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I enjoy this journey |
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They've got their guns to my head |
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I turn myself into the black of darkness |
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They chase their shadows instead |
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That night my contact |
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Took me to the place where the preacher lived |
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He gave me serum |
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And he blessed my mission helped me get my grip |
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Back to the mountains for the |
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Codes and weapons and my boarder pass 10,000 foot the rocks are |
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Sheets of ice shards of broken glass |
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All alone |
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I cannot rest |
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Hear them behind me |
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The hunt is on the chase is near |
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But I start sliding |
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I always thought this was a crystal palace |
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Could be my tomb instead |
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Three fingers cling to an icy cliff |
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Looks like some change ahead |
