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The Getaway

from The Violet Drive by Frankie Wood

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You got stuck in the traffic, oh late for all your classes
Or so I'm told.
We dream tortoiseshell glasses and churchboys on acid
Out in the cold.
Yeah the years that go by, I'm feeling tongue-tied
For each day.
That you must've cried out, your lips chapped and dry now
Here's your fame.

Oh raise my hands up I want to stay,
Drink away my shaking limbs my getaway.

Well you're well equipped, not so easy to predict
Or so I'm told.
With a gun on your hip and an effortless kiss
I'm sold.
Yeah I've come and gone,I'll move along, a cliché.
Where we to no wrong, our love and protest songs, oh babe.

Oh raise my hands up I want to stay,
Drink away my shaking limbs my getaway.

Hey kid here's to you.
You got where you wanted to.
Your skin's black and blue.
Here's to you.

Oh raise my hands up I want to stay,
Drink away my shaking limbs my getaway.
Oh raise my hands up I want to stay,
Drink away my shaking limbs my getaway.
Oh I want to stay.
Oh my getaway.
Oh my getaway.

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from The Violet Drive, released April 18, 2018

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