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All those kisses that we stole |
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They're all cast in fire and gold |
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In a gold no one can weigh |
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We made out like bandits, babe |
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And all those Bonnies, all those Clydes |
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They're amateurs to you and I |
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And coming home's a prison break |
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And we made out like bandits, babe |
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And all that love, all those mistakes |
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What else can a poor man make? |
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And do you wonder if there was |
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Any rich folks rich as us |
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They say those two won't get far |
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In the backseat of a car |
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But we pulled off the interstate |
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And made out like bandits, babe |
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And we pulled off the interstate |
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And made out like bandits, babe |