| Dear Clyde, what happened in the early days
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| Is not something that I regret
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| I’m still counting the scars
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| Oh, I’m sure, oh so sure
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| That Colombia Pictures wants me soon
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| I was born for the stars
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| Dear Clyde, I’m waiting for you
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| Now wake up my love
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| Our time has come to shine
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| And we’ll fix right from wrong
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| Now let’s leave
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| We’re leaving on a Monday
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| Dear Bonnie, I’m sleeping inside my box
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| There’s no way I can ever trust
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| What is out there for me
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| Oh, I’m sure, oh so sure
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| That the Broadway walk is expecting you
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| And you’re fine without me
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| Dear Clyde, I’m waiting for you
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| Now wake up my love
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| Our time has come to shine
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| And we’ll fix right from wrong
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| Now let’s leave
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| We’re leaving on a Monday
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| Now if you returned to me some time
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| Though he hadn’t a penny to give
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| I’d forget all this hell he has caused me
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| And love him as long as I live
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| Someday they’ll go down together
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| And they’ll bury them side by side
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| To a few it’ll be grief, to the law a relief
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| But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde
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| Dear Clyde, I’m waiting for you
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| Now wake up my love
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| Our time has come to shine
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| And we’ll fix right from wrong
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| Still I am waiting for you
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| Now wake up my love
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| Our time has come to shine
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| And we’ll fix right from wrong
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| Now let’s leave
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| We’re leaving on a Monday |