You had a slick operation
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Til she was taken to the station
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They grilled her on where she scored
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She broke down out your name poured
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Down the highway you soared
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na na na, na na na
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What do you do, I ask you
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When they¡¯re after you, I tell you
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You¡¯re going to go it alone
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You know that you¡¯ll have to leave home
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Two thousand miles to the sea
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A new life with nobody
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Stranger¡¯s faces everywhere
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Medicating your despair
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Feeling that no one cares
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na na na, na na na
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Sometimes plans go as planned
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And you beat the odds stacked against you
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It¡¯s a miserable life in demand
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A paranoia you have to get used to
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But they've got better things
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To do than to come and look for you
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But then again maybe not
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It¡¯ll drive you crazy
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Now it¡¯s been about a year
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You¡¯d return but for the fear
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Sometimes people get away
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Still it haunts you to this day
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The dealer that got away
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na na na, na na na
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