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Here come the black Suburbans |
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One, two, and three |
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Here come the black Suburbans |
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Looking after me |
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And I see myself reflected in the tinted windows |
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And I smile |
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I feel so safe when they're around me |
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I really hope they stay awhile |
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They got the secret numbers |
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They got the skeleton key |
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They got a tap on my telephone line |
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Finally someone who listens to me |
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And every night I hear 'em as they crawl around inside of my walls |
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I guess I must have been suspicious or I'd never tipped 'em off |
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And if you're feeling lonely |
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Like just another so-and-so |
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Write a letter to anyone |
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They're be looking through your mail, you know |
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Here come the black Suburbans |
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One, two, and three |
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Here come the black Suburbans |
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Looking after me |
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And I see myself reflected in the tinted windows |
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And I smile |
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I feel so safe when they're around me |
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I really hope they stay awhile |
