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Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning |
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I was dreaming I was Al Capone |
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Rumors going 'round, gotta clear out of town |
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Smellin' like a dry fish bone |
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Here come the law, gonna break down the door |
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Carry me away once more |
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Never, never, never want it anymore |
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Gotta get away from this stone cold floor |
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Crazy, stone cold crazy, you |
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Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon |
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And she's playing on the saxophone |
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Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore |
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Gotta get away from this stone cold floor |
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Crazy, stone cold crazy, you, hey |
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Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet |
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Fully loaded Tommy gun |
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Here comes the deputy, tryin' fucking getting me |
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Gotta fucking get up and run |
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They got the sirens loose, I run right out of juice |
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They're gonna put me in a cell |
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If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell |
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Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know, hey |
