| Wake up my pretty angel, It’s time for us to go
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| Lorenzo’s on our trail, Wake up and don’t be slow
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| Cause tonight we will ride, Feel the fear (deep) inside
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| He wants to steal our time, Before we cross that line
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| First we must pay a visit, Up at Lorenzo’s place
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| And find his dirty money, Made from his evil ways
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| But we’ll make him pay, Make a clean getaway
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| With all his silver in a sack, Never to turn back
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| Tomorrow our love will set us free,
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| We’ll taste the cherries from the trees
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| Feel the flame and drink the wine, Shuffle off this sense of time
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| Hand me my leather britches, Hand me my walking cane
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| Hand me my steel revolver, And no one will be blamed
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| Don’t you be afraid, Of these plans that we’ve laid
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| Just trust me one last time, This will be our last crime
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| We’ll take away his money, And drive into the night
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| We’ll get away with murder, And shoot out the lights
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| And we’ll steal away, Nothing can make us stay
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| This is our only chance, To leave these shadowlands
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| Tomorrow our love will set us free,
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| We’ll taste the cherries from the trees
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| Feel the flame and drink the wine, Shuffle off this sense of time |