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Shots out
Day
Fragrant remnants of a strewn
A lovers' quarrel
Sweet gone to waste
He the petty cash
And drove California State

In a San Fernando hall
He caught the eye of some young
Turns out the girl is only seventeen and criminals are God

She was
As pretty as a can be
And he was for her
As as a crazy person can be
The motel window her face
A of lemon line
yellow skin
Sour green
Left in the with the Bible
An old
"God is lethal," he says with a knowing

Don't you about your past, boy
you forget about the gun
Don't you forget about
That's where gonna run

Picture
She stole the night
a dirty magazine
From the convenience store
A of Paris at night
The Eiffel in lights
An unsatisfied looking
Flip read "je t'amie mon amour"
Paris,

Don't you about your past, girl
Don't you forget the streets
you forget about the cold air
When you're lying on beach

She's scared this back has a dead end
And he won't fly her to the moon
"Well, sit tight, babe,
We're be in Mexico real soon
So just sit there and don't say word
I go and hurt someone
Before I go and take gun
And hurt
I'll someone