| All the way from Waco to WeHo with a rabbit on her chain
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| Drove a little slick car to tend bar with the static on her brain
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| She’s a little burner, burner, gonna throw you to the flame
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| Little ticking time bomb, time bomb, gonna blow us all away
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| Oh, take the time to waste a moment
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| Oh, never ask to be forgiven
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| Tex, he was her boyfriend with no kin always running from the law
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| Every other weekend, the week ends with his back in her claw
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| He’s a livewire, wired, shooting sparks in the night
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| He’s a gun for a hire, hired with a bead in his sights
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| Oh, take the time to waste a moment
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| Oh, facing where the lines are broken
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| Oh, name your price to all this living
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| Oh, never ask to be forgiven
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| Oh, take the time to waste a moment
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| Oh, face it where the lines are broken
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| Oh, name a price to all that’s living
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| Oh, never ask to be forgiven |