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Aug 2012
You have to turn yourself in
Yes, they're looking for you
It's all over the news
No, don't tell me where you are

Is that all true?
Where are you?
Are you coming home?
Never mind, don't tell me where you are

I love you, mom
You have to get away, just get out now
Yes, he's dead. He was a cop, with a wife and kid
Turn yourself in, don't tell me where you are
Written by
D. P. Limbaugh
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