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We're skeletons of cigarettes |
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& empty cans & bottles |
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& we tear out of the parking lot |
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the engine at full throttle |
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& we met a route with all right turns |
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so lights won't get us caught |
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we got a mess of cash in duffel bags |
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& every penny's hot |
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well hallelujah well hallelujah |
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oh & we're laughing through the fear |
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that we'll never make the clear |
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oh & you've never looked so dear |
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it's the end of our career |
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we'll ditch the car in Wisconsin |
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& hide out in the trees |
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& I know a dude in Madison |
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who owes some favours to me |
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with the money in the back seat baby |
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we could buy a house |
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& raise a little family on Schlitz |
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& Mickey Mouse |
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well hallelujah well hallelujah |
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oh & we're laughing through the fear |
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that we'll never make the clear |
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oh & you've never looked so dear |
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it's the end of our career |