| Seven months in the making
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| Making only organized crime
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| We’ll be masterminds if our dreams will reach the shore
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| Another turning point in time tonight when the lights go out
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| Shotgun Freedom is what they say I’m about
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| What I’m about won’t matter when I walk out the door
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| Familiar faces put on dolls, fashioned raincoats, and handmade tools
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| When the evening’s ending
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| I’m still standing tall!
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| Surrounded by these loopholed walls
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| Any minute I’ll begin a ticking time bomb til I run
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| Once we’re gone, at the sight of the lights out
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| Nightfall shades the sun
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| We’ll put together said and done
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| Seven months led the breaking
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| Breaking only rules that apply
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| In this prison labeled «unable to abort»
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| A reputation redefined tonight at the darkest hour
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| When the three of us go missing, one is missing out
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| He gave little time to a job that needed more
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| Familiar faces put on dolls, fashioned raincoats, and handmade tools
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| When the evening’s ending
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| I’m still standing tall!
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| Surrounded by these loopholed walls
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| Any minute I’ll begin a ticking time bomb til I run
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| Once we’re gone, at the sight of the lights out
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| Nightfall shades the sun
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| We’ll put together said and done
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| Lights out now, it’s half past nine
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| Up a 30-foot corridor three men climb
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| It should have been four, but one man is left behind
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| Crawl from the rooftop down to the northern end
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| Through the thickest fog to the water’s edge
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| For the thrilling ride to be never seen again
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| Whistles blow on the morning at the sight of the break
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| Three empty cells with only decoy faces
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| Of the ones now known to the other side of the bay
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| Victims lost and drowned, or so they say
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| Only presumed dead but the deadliest way for you to keep your life
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| Is to let it seem to slip away
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| Familiar faces put on dolls, fashioned raincoats, and handmade tools
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| When that evening’s ending
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| I’m still standing tall!
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| Surrounded by these loopholed walls
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| From beginning to the end a ticking time bomb on the run
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| Now we’re gone! |
| At the sight of the lights out
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| Nightfall shades the sun
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| We’ll put together said and done
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| Once and for all, surrendered were the broke down walls
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| I can’t thank them enough for the pleasure of growing old
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| We’ll move on in a long-lived story that everyone will know
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| But the ending’s left untold… |