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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love |
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As she lies here beside me asleep with the night |
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And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow |
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Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight |
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But I've got to creep down the alley way |
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Fly down the highway |
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Before they come to catch me, I'll be gone |
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Somewhere they can't find me |
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Oh baby, you don't know what I've done |
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I've committed a crime, I've broken the law |
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While you were here sleepin' and just dreamin' of me |
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I held up and robbed a liquor store |
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But I've got to creep down the alley way |
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Fly down the highway |
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Before they come to catch me, I'll be gone |
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Somewhere they can't find me |
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Oh, my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion |
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A scene badly written in which I must play |
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And though it puts me up tight to leave you |
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I know it's not right to leave you |
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When mornin' is just a few hours away |
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But I've got to creep down the alley way |
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Fly down the highway |
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Before they come to catch me, I'll be gone |
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Somewhere they can't find me |
