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They're gonna send us to prison for jerks |
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For having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again |
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They're gonna send us to prison for jerks |
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They'll find us here |
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Here, here in the guest room |
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Where we throw money at each other and cry |
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Oh, my |
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We miss being ruffians, going wild and bright |
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In the corners of front yards, getting in and out of cars |
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We miss being deviants |
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They'll find us here |
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Here, here in the guest room |
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Where we throw money at each other and cry |
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Oh, my |
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We can't stay here |
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We're starting to stay the same |
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We can't stay here |
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We can't stay this way |
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Just tie your woman to your wrist |
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Give her room to tie the other |
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They'll find us here |
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Here, here in the guest room |
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Where we throw money at each other and cry |
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Oh, my |
