Slip out the back before those
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Handlers get to tight on you
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I light my own fires now
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I light my own fires now
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Slip in this town like it was
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Measured to fit right on you
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We light our own fires now
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We lead ourselves into the night
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Oh yeah,
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I don't think I'll be held inside an ordinary cell
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Am I the escape or
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Am I the escape artist?
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I know,
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I know it's just a question of details
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Or one of,
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Denial.
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Could all of this trip wire
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Cut so easy?
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We'll just see
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Cut the alarm before the
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Motion sets off its sensors
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We move in silence now
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We guard our secrets with our lives
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And cover our tracks so we are
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Protected from surveillance
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We move in silence now
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We lead ourselves into the fight
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Into the fight
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Into the fight
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Into the fight
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And all the saints
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Will rise again
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As sons of wealthy men
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Tear the whole world down before our eyes
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And all the signs
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We should have read
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While we ignored the dead
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Will haunt us long after the last of us has died
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Slip out the back before those
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Handlers get too tight on you
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I light my own fires now
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I light my own fires now
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Slip in this town like it was
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Measured to fit right on you
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We light our own fires now
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We lead ourselves into the night
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I Light My Own Fires Now
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Dashboard Confessional |