You look, two bright lights in
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Her fingers crossed
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You know that helicopters in her eyes
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They move in heavy and hard
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They want you pinned down and
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They¡¯ll wander skin now
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Then you¡¯ll a feel a silver pain
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As they shoot those pills to tame you
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Maybe they catch you
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Maybe they catch you
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They laid their hands on you
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And they spoke their plans on you
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And they whispered words with a strange tongue
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While taking cash with the same gun
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They speak your future
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And they smell your blood rising
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Got dizzy spells in the bright lit
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They¡¯re rushing out of their hiding
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He laid down
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The Outsider
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| Falling Up |
