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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
Written by CellarDoor954
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