I took my few belongings
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We headed out to Pirate's Cove
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In my buddy's old Defender
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We ran until the gas got low
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We were flying close to heaven
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Everything was starting to glow
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Drivin' into sunset
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Rollin' cause we had to roll
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I think he was a preacher
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But lord I can't recall his name
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He was running out of wind
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But talking to me just the same
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He said five 'll get you ten
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But boy you've got to stay in the game
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Yeah you got to let it ride
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Or you've only got yourself to blame
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We lost a wheel in Santa Cruz
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So we partied with some motel maids
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My friend said I don't like mine
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So what do you say we trade
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She was a part of my heart
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Now she's just a line in my face
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They let us go with a warning
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Said we'd book you, but we don't have a case
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My friend said take her with you
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To leave her here would be a crime
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But let's get outta Santa Cruz
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All I got is a Canadian dime
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I got a friend in Mendocino
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And it's gettin' close to harvest time
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And she was kinda cute
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If a little past her prime
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On the trip to Pirate's Cove
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On the trip to Pirate's Cove
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Drivin' into sunset
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Drivin' into sunset
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The Trip To Pirate's Cove
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| Tom Petty |
