Frightened Rabbit – Escape Route (Guitar)

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His first kicking came on January 1st

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They said, "Welcome to the club

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We'll take your shoes and your shirt."

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He wore his nosebleed like a red rosette

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And it was a prize he would win again and again and again

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He had to find an escape route

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It was a rumour, but it soon became true

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When he was drunk in the suburbs

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With a boy from a different school

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Now all his good friends soon left him for dead

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Now he stands staring down at the Clyde from a bridge

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And then he saw an escape route

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From the dogs of West Renfrew

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From the bitches and bruises

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He chose Ohio to run to

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Oh oh ooh oh

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The name came to him just as he perched

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On the amber lit bridge, his whole face pursed

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It had a ring to it in American songs

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Like a glittering release from a crippling curse

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He dreamt of the place of a cinematic space

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And all the pointing fingers they just melted away

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Who knows, maybe he'll never take flight

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But he swears Ohio pulled him from the bridge that night

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It became an escape route

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From the dogs of West Renfrew

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From the bitches and beatings

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Midwestern chest to fall into

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Some are saved by the good arms

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Some are saved by the church

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Some get saved by the skin of their teeth

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By the thought that it couldn't get much worse

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Some are saved by professors

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Some are saved by police

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Some get saved by a distant place

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By an impossible American dream

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We all need an escape route

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Oh oh ooh oh

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From the punches and kicks

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The fingernails and the pricks

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All the sharp little knives

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In the dark pockets of life

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From the bitches and bruises

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From the burden of youth

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The public hangings and stonings

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Save us from fellow humans

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Just give us an escape route