So it begins, almost the way it ends
We move in packs, we live like rats
We'll never make it, there's no turning back
'Cause if we get caught, they'll feed us to their pigs
So leave a candle burning in your window
Then we will know that it's a safe house
Always running, always quiet
We only move at night, we only move at night
We never see the sun, and we may not again
Cover the baby's mouth, cover the baby's face
We can't take you with us, you'll slow us down
You need thick skin, we gotta move on
We gotta, we gotta stay calm
So cross your fingers, and hold your breath
We're not gonna make it, we're not gonna make it, no!
I wanna get caught, I won't have to steal all that I've bought
I wanna get caught, I won't have to fight all that I've fought
I want it to end, exactly the way that it began
I want it to end, the way it began
I want it to end, I want it to end
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