| Gotta be honest, yeah, broke a lot of promises
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| Gonna hurt someone when we came from, where I come from
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| My district of misfits and freak shows and clowns
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| An alleyway of memories you’d wanna leave behind
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| At the gala
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| With Mr. Sinatra
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| In love with the gangster I think that I am
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| Tomorrow we running from coppers
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| Let’s empty our pockets
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| Right now while we can
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| I let these red lights turn to blue lights
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| I can see white lights when I’m with you
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| And all these sirens burn up these cool nights
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| We just see white lights when I’m with you
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| Two criminals in Bombay with a rickshaw for a getaway
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| At the airport, when they search you, we cover up our tattoos
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| ‘Cause he wooed me then flown me to a foreign land
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| Dad, I know that you judge me, but he is my man
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| At the gala
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| With Mr. Sinatra
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| In love with the gangster I think that I am
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| Tomorrow we running from coppers
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| Let’s empty our pockets
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| Right now while we can
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| I let these red lights turn to blue lights
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| I can see white lights when I’m with you
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| And all these sirens burn up these cool nights
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| I just see white lights when I’m with you
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| I let these red lights turn to blue lights
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| I can see white lights when I’m with you
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| And all these sirens burn up these cool nights
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| I just see white lights when I’m with you |