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Crime Scene
I just left the scene
 Handgun in my pocket
 My heart is pumping
 My body is shaking
 As I ride my bike away
 There it is, act cool
 Sirens start to scream
 I get scared
 Pedal, pedal I can run
 But I know deep inside I can’t
 I finally drop the bike
 I start to run, cutting through yards
 Will I make it
 Under a porch I go
 I think they lost me
 I’m holding my breath
 I feel someone grab my leg
 I’m getting dragged out
 I shouldn’t have run
 I have made a mistake
 Lord just kill me now
 I don’t want to go to jail
 Put your hands behind your back
 My soul wants to do it
 But my body won’t let me
 There it comes again
 Put your hands behind your back
 They are gonna taiser me
 I put my hands behind my back
 One side of the cuff is on
 I hop up and run
 Before they get the other on
 What am I thinking
 I’m an idiot
 Run faster, faster
 Into my car
 What is my body doing
 I want to stop
 Driving, driving
 Jamming the pedal with my foot
 Where is the break
 Come on press it
 But no I’m up on the bridge
 Sparks are flying
 I’m grinding against the side
 Then I roll, they pull me out
 What was I thinking
 This isn’t me
 They get me cuffed and search me
 Then here comes the question
 What were you thinking
 I was telling myself to stop
 But my body wouldn’t listen
 I just sat there quietly
 Sirens start up again
 I’m going to jail
 I asked myself
 What was I thinking
 No answer
 Ever since then
 My soul has been missing.

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