| Got a criminal record, I can’t cross state lines
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| First on the bad list, and you’re last on mine
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| Lookin' for a scapegoat, long past due
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| Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you
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| I still hear him screaming «Where do I hide?»
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| And he asks and I say «Hurry inside»
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| He said, she said, no she don’t
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| Be back before morning, You know she won’t
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| I remember that summer, like yesterday
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| And I remember his mother, as he was dragged away
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| I still hear him screaming «Where do I hide?»
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| And he asks and I say «Hurry inside»
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| A whole lot of memories, yours and not mine
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| And he asks and I say «Hurry inside»
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| Got a criminal record, I can’t cross state lines
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| First on the bad list, and you’re last on mine
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| Lookin' for a scapegoat, long past due
|
| Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you
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| I still hear him screaming «Where do I hide?»
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| And he asks and I say «Hurry inside»
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| A whole lot of memories, yours and not mine
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| And he asks and I say «Hurry inside»
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| «Where do I hide?» |