(CN.C.)(No, noth ing good starts in a get a way car.) It was the best of times, the worst of crimes; I (G)struck a match and blew your mind.
But I did n’t mean it,
and you did n’t see it.
The (C)ties were black the lies were white, in (G)shades of gray and can dle light.
I want ed to leave him;
I need ed a rea son.
‘X’ marks the spot where we fell a part.
He poi soned the well; I was ly ing to my self.
I knew it from the first Old Fash ioned we were cursed.
We (F)nev er had a shot gun shot in the dark.
You were driv ing a get a way car.
We were fly ing, but we’d nev er get far.
Don’t pre tend it’s such a mys ter y; think a bout the place where you first met me: rid ing in a get a way car.
There were si rens in the beat of your heart.
Should ’ve known I’d be the first to leave; think a bout the place where you first met me:
in a get a way car.
(Ah.)
No, they nev er get far.
(Ah.)
No, noth ing good starts in a get a way car.
It was the great es cape, the pris on break; the (G)light of free dom on my face.
But you were n’t think ing,
and I was just drink ing.
Well, (C)he was run ning af ter us; I was scream ing, “Go go (G)go!” But with three of us, hon ey, it’s a side show.
And the cir cus ain’t a love sto ry; and now we’re (F)both sor ry.
(We’re both sor ry.) ‘X’ get a way car.
We were jet set (A)Bon nie and Clyde, (Oh.)
un til I switched to the oth er side, to the oth er si i i i ide.
It’s no sur prise I (A)turned you in, (Oh.)
’cause us trai tors (Gm)nev er win.
I’m in a get a way car.
I left you in the mo tel bar.
I put the (Em)mon ey in a bag and I stole the keys.
That was the last time you ev er saw me: driv ing the get a way car.
We were fly ing, but we’d nev er get far.
(Don’t pre tend.) Don’t pre tend it’s such a mys ter y; think a bout the place where you first met me: rid ing in a get a way car.
There were si rens in the beat of your heart.
(Should have known.) Should have known I’d be the first to leave; think a bout the place where you first met me: rid ing in a get first met me:
in a get a way car.
(Ah.)
No, they nev er get far.
(Ah.)
No, noth ing good starts in a get a way car.
I was rid ing in a get a way car.
I was cry ing in a get a way car, I was dy ing in a get a way car, said, “good (G)bye” in a get a way car.
Rid ing in a get a way car.
I was cry ing in a get a way car.
I was dy ing in a get a way car, said, “good (G)bye” in a get a way
car.
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