| Listen, listen,
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| Was that a bird call or was it a signal?
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| In the middle distance,
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| I think it’s Dignan and he’s springing me out,
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| Out on the lam, we’ll stick to the plan,
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| No room for manoeuvre,
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| Play by the book but change how we look,
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| And keep our heads down.
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| Still waiting for one big score,
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| On the run from Johnny Law,
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| And this ain’t no trip to Cleveland,
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| That’s for sure.
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| Once more, encore,
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| My constitution suits this life of an outlaw,
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| Racing, racing,
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| We might be fugitives, but nobody’s chasing,
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| Out in the clear, it’s safe when you’re near,
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| Your cool is contagious,
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| Pour one for me, that sweet daiquiri,
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| Goes down like a dream.
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| Still waiting for one big score,
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| On the run from Johnny Law,
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| And this ain’t no trip to Cleveland,
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| That’s for sure.
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| Our luck may be out and the money spent,
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| But no-one's gonna touch us,
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| 'Cause we’re innocent.
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| Still waiting for one big score,
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| On the run from Johnny Law,
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| And this ain’t no trip to Cleveland,
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| That’s for sure.
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| Still waiting for one big score,
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| On the run from Johnny Law,
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| And this ain’t no trip to Cleveland,
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| That’s for sure. |