| Hey, whatever happened
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| Time? |
| Where did it go?
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| Back when we were the kings and queens down on every road
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| Glory days crazy
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| No way to know
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| Runnin' 90 miles an hour straight into our last tomorrow
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| We vanished into thin air
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| So fast we didn’t know what went wrong
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| Just disappeared like the dance halls
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| Woke up one mornin' and we were gone
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| Those border town days with you and me, baby
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| Faded into folklore
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| I can’t run back to you
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| Oh, nobody goes to Acuna anymore
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| Hey, whatever happened
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| To ole Sanger Hall
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| That was our go to man if the ghosts in the walls could talk
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| I still laugh when I think about
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| You workin' that Corona Club Bar
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| Shootin' out the lights while I was dodgin' fights
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| Yeah, now those were the nights
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| But that was back before we
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| Vanished into thin air
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| So fast we didn’t know what went wrong
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| Just disappeared like the dance halls
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| Woke up one mornin' and we were gone
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| Those border town days with you and me, baby
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| Faded into folklore
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| I can’t run back to you
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| And nobody goes to Acuna anymore
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| Ah, the world’s still turnin'
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| That river’s still runnin'
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| But there ain’t no goin' back
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| We vanished into thin air
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| So fast we didn’t know what went wrong
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| Disappeared like the dance halls
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| Woke up one mornin' and we were just gone
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| Those border town days with you and me, baby
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| Hell, that’s just old folklore
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| Yeah, I can’t run back to you
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| No, I can’t run back to you
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| Yeah, nobody goes to Acuna anymore |