Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines First on the bad list, and you're last on mine Lookin for a scapegoat, long past due Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?" And he asks and I say "hurry inside"
He said, she said, No she don't Be back before morning, You know she won't I remember that summer, like yesterday And I remember his mother, As he was dragged away
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?" And he asks and I say "hurry inside" A whole lot of memories Yours and not mine And he asks and I say "hurry inside"
Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines First on the bad list, and you're last on mine Lookin for a scapegoat, long past due Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming "where do I hide?" And he asks and I say "hurry inside" A whole lot of memories Yours and not mine And he asks and I say "hurry inside"
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