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You stand with a hand on my waist line
It´s a scene now we're out here in plain sight
I can hear them whisper as we pass by
It's a bad sign, bad sign
Something happens when everybody finds out
See the vulture circling in dark cloud
Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out
It could burn out
Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes
And guns, they are the hunters, we are the foxes
And we run
Baby I know places we won't be found and they'll be chasing our trace tryin' to track us down
Cause I, I know places we can hide, I know places
Lights flash and we'll run for the fences
