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Caught
Smoking a blunt
Minding my own business
When headlights come on
And I feel resistance
My fantasy's been compromised
Reality kicks in
The guilt's in my eyes
In this moment I cannot lie
I turn and run the other way
Heart pounding fast as hell
Running like a bat straight out of it
My head ringing like a church bell
I trip and fall
Cops rush up to me with guns
It's over, I'm caught
No more freedom and fun
Minding my own business
When headlights come on
And I feel resistance
My fantasy's been compromised
Reality kicks in
The guilt's in my eyes
In this moment I cannot lie
I turn and run the other way
Heart pounding fast as hell
Running like a bat straight out of it
My head ringing like a church bell
I trip and fall
Cops rush up to me with guns
It's over, I'm caught
No more freedom and fun
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