| takin' out the wife
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| we’re taking out the wife
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| it’s that kind of night
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| well everybody talk, everybody listen, nobody breathe
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| take the time let him go down
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| 'cuz daddy’s on the run
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| daddiy’s on the run
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| the trail has two ruts
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| one is just a tunnel
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| the other is funnel to the tune
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| easy said but less often done
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| point me in the direction
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| of your real emotional trash
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| abstract citizen
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| the abstract city-sun
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| up to now is done
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| never going to stray
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| never going to stray
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| never going to stray
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| take the time let him go down
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| 'cuz daddy’s on the run
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| daddy’s on the run
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| and who will get there first?
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| should the bubble burst
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| easy said but less often done
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| point me in the direction
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| of your real emotional trash
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| I traipsed over the Mexican border in a cheap caravan man
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| like snake with fibre stuck in my stomach I needed some relief
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| made it back to 'frisco in a vanity chest
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| with two painted ladies under house arrest
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| so wax up the waxed fruit it time for shine
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| its the old fruit that makes wine
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| police man police man police man police me
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| you got no reputation never took a swing
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| silent when the hands find out
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| in the sham marina playing mercy games no time for you bow
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| down in sausalito we had clams for desert
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| he spilt some Chardonnay on your gypsy skirt
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| its no more time for apricots he’s got to make his own shade
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| police man police man police man police me |