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The streets were all empty,
Like a bad Western movie,
And we're stuck calling it home,
Drinking to blackout,
Days pass and fade out,
Here's how you know you should go,
So me, I'm leaving,
And for no reason,
He told me, "Let's paint this town red",
Speeding past cop cars,
Fake guns and face scars,
Forgot Bonnie and Clyde,
Wound up dead.

And I can see your little bouncing ball,
And I found love with no sense at all.

So we took a road trip,
From Boston to Memphis,
To see what we'd find,
Jesus on billboards,
And triple-X book stores,
Are what stuck in my mind,
Forgot feeling shameless,
Go straight to Vegas,
And try to seem cool,
Now I like my sinning,
But husks of old women,
Were all that I could afford.
I can see your little bouncing ball,
And I found love with no sense at all.

Keep me from crashing,
From burning and smashing,
My way through,
If I had a savior,
Not old books and paper,
Maybe I wouldn't need you.

Oh, and I can see your little bouncing ball,
And I found love with no sense at all.

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