| She was doing 60 in a 35
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| I hit the lights and pulled her over
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| When I reached the window of the driver side
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| There was blood from her mouth
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| Dry on her shoulder
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| I’ve never had much patience for guys that hit
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| For more than just obvious reasons
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| I asked if she wanted me to take him in
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| She laughed it off like lemonade
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| When you’re in love
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| You can be blinded by your own heart
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| You’ll bend your own truth
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| So twisted up you could justify sin
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| And when people in love
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| Are desperate enough
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| To abandon their dreams
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| People do desperate things
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| I’ve been taking lunch breaks at her work
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| When the restaurant ain’t too crowded
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| She knows me and my wife got a little girl
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| We don’t talk too much about it
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| The other night she met me way out west
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| Things went further than they should have
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| When she undid the buttons of her dress
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| I didn’t stop her, but I could have
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| When you’re in love
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| You can be blinded by your own heart
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| You’ll bend your own truth
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| So twisted up you could justify sin
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| But when people in love
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| Are desperate enough
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| To abandon their dreams
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| People do desperate things
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| I know where he drinks most every night
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| It’s our local hero sports bar
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| I’ve got him cuffed and sweating cold
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| In the back of my patrol car
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| You forget how dark the canyon gets
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| It’s a real uneasy feeling
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| I’ve never had much patience for guys who hit
|
| For more than just obvious reasons
|
| When you’re in love
|
| You can be blinded by your own heart
|
| You’ll bend your own truth
|
| So twisted up you could justify sin
|
| But when people in love
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| Are desperate enough
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| To abandon their dreams
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| People do desperate things |