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29 years - senators lyrics

you know i dreamed about you for twenty-nine years
before i held you in my hand, devised a plan to get out of here
drew exclusive blueprints usin’ every pen that appeared
primed my timing right to make my move once the coast was clear
the way that i’m livin’ it, i’m stricken with this frustration
i hate it, i’m livid, i can’t give it another day, son
just facin’ the limits, it’s been p-ssin’ me off from day one
scr-pin’ the digits, scriptin’ the wall with every day done
consider vintage flicks depictin’ prison, i’m livin’ it
silhouetted bars exhibited in bars that i’ve written
to live again with images of things i’m missin’ was fiction
’til the intimate bits of what we’re sittin’ on became vivid
keep an eye on the supply lines, watch where they go
never let ’em catch on, get your work done when they say so
but we’re craftin’ plans behind their backs as we dance their little tango
’til we’re free and feelin’ the beach breeze in zihuatanejo

[hook]
so clear i can’t live this way
every day i fake my way through the same routine
and it’s time that i made my escape
get away from these chains, try to break right through these

tonight’s the night we stifle twenty-five to life, and overnight
we’re climbin’ over strife just like the pipes behind the wall’s design
and by the time the light will rise, those guys will find a nice surprise
finally identify the signs, we couldn’t be confined
lights out, spy around, ready set jet
[get the dummy head in place in case they do a bed check]
notepad, photographs, we’re checkin’ out so don’t forget
[and remember to cover the vent behind you when you’ve left]
then in the ventilation shaft we’re gettin’ shafted with this doubt
[“keep that sh-t down man, you’re gettin’ too loud!
if we get made now, this chance’ll never come back around
all those years of preppin’? forget ’em, we’re never gettin’ out!”]
dude you’re freakin’ out, calm down, relax and check your map
the vent on top is right on top of us, look up, that’s where it’s at
this new sight gives renewed pride, we were right, man
two guys seein’ moonlight, just like we planned

[hook]

made it to the roof, now it’s time to get down
dodgin’ all the spotlights so we don’t get found
make it to the edge and then rappel down to the ground
[and use the rope we got from joe, we gonna flow without a sound]
now, get the wire cutters out for the fence
gotta crouch, gotta prowl, gettin’ ’round the last defense
then, we’re bowin’ out on hourlies of seven cents
it’s heaven sent to exit lives that didn’t make a bit of sense
last snip, [that’s it, no need for worry]
we were too sharp, nothin’ that we were ignoring
[ain’t gonna be any sirens ’til the morning]
when they’re floored the corridor’s holdin’ two less men snoring
crawl through and stand up, wind in my face
[free men in the field, ready for the next stage]
now we were never sittin’ in prison, i’ve only been in one cage
the common job monotony stoppin’ me from rockin’ on a stage

- senators lyrics

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