| I was caught up in a fever
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| In that summer of ‘69
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| And my heart was cryin' out for change
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| And I knew time was comin' when I’d get away
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| So I moved down to that city
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| Where I met a friend of mine
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| And I must admit he tried to warn me well
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| With all those bad luck stories he could tell
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| He said «Take the money and run
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| Take the money and run
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| Believe it, in this town you can’t trust anyone
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| You’re gonna learn that lesson my son»
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| «Take the money and run
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| Buy yourself a place in the sun
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| Don’t be a fool, don’t you trust anyone
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| You gotta take the money and run, take the money and run»
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| He was broken, he was wasted
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| He’d been brought down to his knee
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| And his heart was crying out for truth
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| You could see the whole world’s sadness in his eyes
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| So I took good care of business
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| At least as far as I could see
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| I could read the signs and I knew all the lines
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| But so many times his voice came back to me
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| «Take the money and run
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| Get it at the point of a gun
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| Believe it, in this town you can’t trust anyone
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| You’re gonna learn that lesson my son»
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| «Take the money and run
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| Buy yourself a place in the sun
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| Don’t be a fool, don’t you trust anyone
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| You gotta take the money and run, take the money and run»
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| I’ve been wanderin' through this wasteland
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| Where the blind go leading the blind
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| And the only sound on the money-go-round
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| Was the million voices waiting to be found
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| I could only hear a whisper
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| It was comin' from the one I loved
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| And her heart was saying this can’t be right
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| All my wasted days and all her lonely nights
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| Take the money and run
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| Get it at the point of a gun
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| Believe it, in this town you can’t trust anyone
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| You’re gonna learn that lesson my son
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| Take the money and run
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| Buy yourself a place in the sun
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| Don’t be a fool, don’t you trust anyone
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| You gotta take the money and run, take the money and run |