| She was in her glory
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| Detroit iron cannon fodder, twenty three
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| Had a fistful of nothing
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| She’s still better than a wet blue dress for me
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| And the weather was filthy
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| The drinks were free
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| Plus I didn’t have nowhere else to go
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| Old jukebox notes sang from her throat
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| Saying «Let's run away from home»
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| Just be my partner in crime
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| Step on that gas and join my getaway ride
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| I’d gladly serve my time
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| If you’d be my partner in crime
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| Show me where it hurts
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| If it gets worse I’ll kiss away your tears
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| I got a car that’ll take us real far
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| Just dust in the rear view mirror
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| I am young, not green, dirt beneath my nails
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| Lived long within my years
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| That siren song says we’d best move on
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| It’s time to disappear
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| Just be my partner in crime
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| Step on that gas and join my getaway ride
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| I’d gladly serve my time
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| If you’d be my partner in crime
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| Just come here, it makes sense
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| Admit it
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| We got nothing left to hide
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| In the darkness feel your heart is
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| Beating next to mine
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| Just be my partner in crime
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| Step on that gas and join my getaway ride
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| I’d gladly serve my time
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| If you’d be my partner in crime |