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Think I’ll drive to New O’leans
Slip inside a life of crime
Pursue, under alias disguise
What otherwise might be denied
What about fortune and fame
I will be the stuff of headlines
Back home I might raise some smiles
Of the dubious kind
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
From this life of mine…
Time drains the soul, from the inside
And when it’s over
Don’t leave nothing behind
Ride that bitch with ardor and guile
Take the money and run
In the days when I was a child
I dreamed I was the hero
And everything I touched
Turned to gold in my hands
What about justice and shame
In what light will innocence remain
Secrets and lies will never decide
Who’s in the right
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
From this life of mine…
You can run the river and still come out dry
And when it’s over
Don’t leave nothing behind
Ride that bitch with ardor and guile
Take the money and run
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