The Criminal

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I used to run around
Chasing friends till my knees hit the ground
I used to have a car
The small one - I wish it drove me far
All the fun ends at night
Deep sleep with my mom holding me tight

Now I run around
Chased by blues till I hit the ground
After me is a car
Red and blue lights I see from afar
All the grudge begins at night
Deep eyes and the dark holding me tight

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