| I took my few belongings
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| We headed out to Pirate’s Cove
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| In my buddy’s old Defender
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| We ran until the gas got low
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| We were flying close to heaven
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| Everything was starting to glow
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| Driving into sunset
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| Rolling 'cause we had to roll
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| I think he was a preacher
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| But lord, I can’t recall his name
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| He was running out of wind
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| But talking to me just the same
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| He said five’ll get you ten
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| But boy, you’ve got to stay in the game
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| Yeah, you got to let it ride
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| Or you’ve only got yourself to blame
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| We lost a wheel in Santa Cruz
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| So we partied with some motel maids
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| My friend said I don’t like mine
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| So what do you say we trade
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| She was a part of my heart
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| Now she’s just a line in my face
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| They let us go with a warning
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| Said we’d book you, but we don’t have a case
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| My friend said take her with you
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| To leave her here would be a crime
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| But let’s get outta Santa Cruz
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| All I got is a Canadian dime
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| I got a friend in Mendocino
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| And it’s gettin' close to harvest time
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| And she was kinda cute
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| If a little past her prime
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| On the trip to Pirate’s Cove
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| On the trip to Pirate’s Cove
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| Driving into sunset
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| Driving into sunset |