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I'm stood here on the platform |
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Got a ticket in my fist |
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And I'm staring at the flowers |
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On your pretty printed dress |
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Now you say your brothers waiting |
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In the Escort '85 |
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And it's better if we leave it |
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Just for a little while |
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Kathy you can play the field |
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Just tell me we ain't over yet |
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'Cause Kathy I got money coming |
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From a guy that Billy met |
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Kathy don't go |
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Billy's planning for my future |
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Says I can help him do some banks |
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And if I prove I ain't no loser |
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Kathy say you'll have me back |
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Maybe I could clear a grand |
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If I drive this stuff across the line |
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And Billy swears there ain't no danger |
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It's just like water into wine |
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Now your brother's getting edgy |
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He keeps blowing in his horn |
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He says I'm lying like the last time |
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And I'm never going to learn |
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But Kathy you and I don't care |
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We can last a thousand years |
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'Cause we got got gold dust on our skin |
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And diamonds in our tears |