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Bonnie was a waitress in a small cafe |
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Clyde Barrow was the rounder that took her away |
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They both robbed and killed until both loved and died |
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So goes the legend of |
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Bonnie and |
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Clyde The poem that she wrote of the life that they led |
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Told of the lawmen left dying or dead |
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Some say that |
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Clyde made her life a shame |
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But the legend made |
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Bonnie the head of the game |
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The rampage grew wilder with each passing day |
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Their odds growing smaller with each get-away |
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The end getting closer the harder they fought |
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With blood on their hands they were bound to get caught |
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They drove back from town on one bright summer day |
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When a man they be-friended stepped out in the way |
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With no thought of dying they both took his side |
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But the death lay there waiting for |
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Bonnie and |
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Clyde Now two years of running was ended that day |
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For robbing and killing they both had to pay |
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We'll always remember how they lived and died |
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So goes the legend of |
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Bonnie and |
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Clyde Bonnie and |
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Clyde Bonnie and |
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Clyde |
