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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 of them died |
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So goes the legend of Bonnie and Clyde |
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The poems 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 Clyde made her life a shame |
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But the legend made Bonnie the head of the game |
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The rampage grew wilder with each passing day |
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The odds growing smaller with each get-a-way |
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With the end growing 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 befriended stepped out in the way |
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With no thought of dyin' they pulled to the side |
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But death lay there waiting for Bonnie and Clyde |
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Two years or runnin' was ended that day |
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For robbin' and killin' they both had to pay |
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But we'll always remember how they lived and died |
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So goes the legend of Bonnie and Clyde |
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Bonnie and Clyde, Bonnie and Clyde |