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The streets were all empty |
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Like a bad Western movie |
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And we're stuck calling it home. |
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Drinkin' to blackout |
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Days pass and fade out |
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Here's how you know you should go |
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So me, I'm leavin' |
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And for no reason |
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He told me, "Let's paint this town red." |
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Speedin' past cop cars |
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Fake guns and face scars |
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Forgot Bonnie and Clyde |
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Wound up dead |
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And I can see your little bouncing ball, |
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And I found love with no sense at all. |
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So we took a road trip |
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From Boston to Memphis |
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To see what we'd find |
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Jesus on billboards |
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And triple-X book stores |
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Are what suck in my mind |
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Forgot feeling shameless |
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Go straight to Vegas |
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And try to seem cool |
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Now I like my sinnin', |
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But husks of old women |
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Were all that I could afford. |
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I can see your little bouncing ball |
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And I found love with no sense at all. |
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Keep me from crashin', |
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From burning and smashin' |
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My way through. |
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If I had a savior |
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Not old books and paper |
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Maybe I wouldn't need you. |
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Oh, and I can see your little bouncing ball |
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And I found love with no sense at all. |