| Back to high school love
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| The kind without the drugs
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| We were just two city kids
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| We would run around
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| And tear a few things down
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| But that’s the worst that it would get
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| Bad, bad, bad we’re in trouble now
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| Or so, so, so they say
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| They think they’ve got us figured out
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| But we kinda like it, that way
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| It was just a crush
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| But wild and dangerous
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| You and I were out too late
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| Started in my car
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| Might have gone too far
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| But we were down to make mistakes
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| Bad, bad, bad we’re in trouble now
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| Or so, so, so they’d say
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| They think they’ve got us figured out
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| But we kinda like it, that way
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| They say we’re going to hell
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| Let’s find a cheap motel
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| And stay a couple nights
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| And when our time is done
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| We’ll go back on the run
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| Do whatever we like
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| Bad, bad, bad we’re in trouble now
|
| Or so, so, so they’d say
|
| They think they’ve got us figured out
|
| But we kinda like it, that way
|
| They say we’re going to hell
|
| Let’s find a cheap motel
|
| And stay a couple nights
|
| And when our time is done
|
| We’ll go back on the run
|
| Do whatever we like
|
| They say we’re going to hell
|
| Let’s find a cheap motel
|
| And stay a couple nights
|
| And when our time is done
|
| We’ll go back on the run
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| Do whatever we like |