| The water won’t boil think I’ve been staring too long
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| This house is on fire and I don’t want to get out of my bed
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| Get out of my bed
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| The streets of this town are cracked and crumbling now
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| Been tripping for miles and I don’t want to go home to what’s left
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| So tell me what’s left
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| I want to be the driver of your getaway car
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| Stash the paper bag at the back of the bar
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| Smile through the pain and run away from your past
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| Leave the handgun
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| Take the cash
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| Can we make an honest woman out of Lucy
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| Gotta make an honest woman out of Lucy
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| Sharpen your mouth let words come tumbling out
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| Stare into space til silence breaks through the crowd
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| What’s next was it something she said
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| Tighten that grip on heaven just to hold on
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| No, you don’t care what it’s just been too fucking long
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| Since they said take whatever’s left
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| So tell me about a world that ran away with your heart
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| Pulled apart your ribs and left you broken and scarred
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| Smile through the pain and run away from your past
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| Leave the handgun
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| Take the cash
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| Can we make an honest woman out of Lucy
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| Gotta make an honest woman out of Lucy
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| Leave the handgun
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| Take the cash
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| Hiding out at a lonely diner
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| Still awake from the night before
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| So afraid of the past behind you
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| Lay low from the uniform
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| Back lot with the blue lights flashing
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| Radio in a 914
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| Find yourself on the concrete gasping
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| Staring up at a uniform
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| Can we make an honest woman out of Lucy
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| Gotta make an honest woman out of Lucy |