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Pick you up in the suburbs tomorrow. |
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We won't tell, they won't follow. |
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Pack your bags, and put all your trust in me. |
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Whoa oh oh. |
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Never had a gun to his head, that's what he said, that's why |
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I shot him dead, with the vengance that his daughter fed. |
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I've always been a sucker for a brown eyed, punk rock girl, and for her |
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I'd shoot the world. |
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Shoot him down. |
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Shoot him down for all the nightmares. |
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Whoa oh ah oh. |
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Shoot him down. |
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What goes around will come around. |
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Whoa oh ah oh. |
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Shoot him down. your father is also your pain. |
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I love you and for us |
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I'll shoot him down. |
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No remorse. |
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We've got no time to look back. |
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The cop is on our trail and we're driving in a |
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Topaz. Stuck in no-man's land, between the body and mind. |
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Whoa oh oh. "Drop your gun!... Put your hands behind your head!" |
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Turn around, pop a clip, hit him in his chest. |
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Home free, and we're headed for the border. |
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Spending time in |
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Mexico, Tijuana. |
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Drown our shame then start our lives again, in |
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California. |
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Shoot him down. |
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Shoot him down for all the nightmares. |
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Whoa oh ah oh. |
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Shoot him down. |
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What goes around will come around. |
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Whoa oh ah oh. |
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Shoot him down. your father is also your pain. |
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I love you and for us |
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I shot him down. |
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Next thing |
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I know, I'm all alone in a motel. |
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No explanation, no letter goodbye. |
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I can't promise much, but |
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I do promise this. |
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I promise to find you. |
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So I can remind you. |
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I loved you and for us |
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I shot him down. |
