Let that windshield break your fall
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we'll count how many times
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you roll on the asphalt
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but when you're unconscious girl
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fill that gut up with sorrow
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and leave those eyes for catching
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And prior to this accident
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your error
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your execution
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this plague is now over
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you've gone and slept your fever away
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your execution is
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your only way out
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this act of treason
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has led the jury to its verdict
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sentenced to death
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let the windshield break your fall
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count how many times you roll on the asphalt
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Glass rips like a knife to your thigh
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leave your ghost behind
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are you afraid yet
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don't bother to try to open your eyes
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once this is over
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are you afraid yet
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Nightfall
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the stoplight before your house
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the beginning of it all
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We'll keep you guessing on the outcome
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how come you're scared is it maybe
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because our hook might catch
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Glass rips like a knife to your thigh
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leave your ghost behind
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are you afraid yet
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don't bother to try to open your eyes
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once this is over
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are you afraid yet
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This is trial and error
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but your mistakes have been made
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(this is what you wanted and the jury agrees
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this is your sentence)
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The Sentence
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