| Let it burn, leave in smoke, and take the cash
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| Then hurry back
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| And go tell your mother, «From the start, a hungry heart
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| Is doomed to break»
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| Gold will be gold 'fore we get old
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| When we can still be really dumb
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| And leave no trace, lie to their face
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| Yeah, we’ll just bite our tongue
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| I know one day they will put us both six feet below the ground
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| And by then, all that is left are memories
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| So let’s give 'em one hell of a story, put your foot right on the gun
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| And they can call us Thelma and Louise
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| And in the flames, I swear I heard a mockingbird
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| Calling my name
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| And from the dirt, something new will come on through
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| And rise again
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| Gold will be gold 'fore we get old
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| When we can still be really dumb
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| We are blood brothers, don’t tell the others
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| You know, mum’s the word
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| I know one day they will put us both six feet below the ground
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| And by then, all that is left are memories
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| So let’s give 'em one hell of a story, put your foot right on the gun
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| And they can call us Thelma and Louise
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| Gold will be gold 'fore we get old
|
| When we can still be really dumb
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| And leave no trace, lie to their face
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| We’ll just bite our tongue
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| I know one day they will put us both six feet below the ground
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| And by then, all that is left are memories
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| So let’s give 'em one hell of a story, put your foot right on the gun
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| And they can call us Thelma and Louise
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| So let’s give 'em one hell of a story, put your foot right on the gun
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| And they can call us Thelma and Louise |