Midnight run down a cold out roll,
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Cloud upon a shine on a flatbed board
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The headlights off and the coast is clear,
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Grab that wheel on the go to fear.
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Oh, midnight run.
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Well, there might be trouble if anybody¡¯s got a gun
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Oh, sad county line
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Pour fifty more case of white wine and apple moonshine.
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Fight for love, fight for life,
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Fight for money with the edge of a knife
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Rule the fear and rule the night,
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Rule the moon and then all is fine.
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Bullets fire through my daddy¡¯s door
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Now you know my dad, you didn¡¯t want this war.
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But if you¡¯re looking for trouble you¡¯re in the right place
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¡®cause the black wood boys will spit in your face.
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Oh, the midnight run.
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Well, there might be trouble if anybody¡¯s got a gun
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Oh, sad county line
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I¡¯ve got fifty more cases of white wine and apple moonshine.
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Midnight Run
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| Nick Cave |
