| I hit the road in a '52 Ford
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| A pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard
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| The sun was set, the gas gauge was low
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| And it was time to go
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| I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly
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| Needed a friend the day my mother died
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| Her place was hot and it smelled of sin
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| I guess when one life goes, another begins
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| Hey now, what you gonna do?
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| Got a fiver in your pocket
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| And a switchblade in your boot
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| Hey now, what you gonna say
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| To make it go away?
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| I found the city by the mark on the stamp
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| Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp
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| I found his work, I found their home
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| I waited until I knew she was alone
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| I didn’t want the child to see life
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| I justified and it wounded my pride
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| My mind was set that no one could know
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| The girl had to go
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| Hey now, what you gonna do?
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| Got a fiver in your pocket
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| And a switchblade in your boot
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| Hey now, what you gonna say
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| To make it go away?
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| Hey now, what you gonna do?
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| Got a fiver in your pocket
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| And a switchblade in your boot
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| Hey now, what you gonna say
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| To make it go away?
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| Light stumbled in through a crack in the shades
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| Reflected off of the edge of my blade
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| As I reached for the girl with the knife in my hand
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| I thought, I guess the kid deserves a chance
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| Her man came in as I started to go
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| My last intentions, how could he know?
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| The blade sank deep into my skin
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| I guess when one life goes, another begins |