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The sky was a gunsteel blue as Sin City came into view
we had a pack of Dreams between us
a jet circled overhead, buzzing the rocks of the desert red
we took a car to be sure nobody had seen us
40 west to 66, way off the main road, in the sticks
with an eye on the rearview mirror
a Vegas job, a little fun--and once again, we're on the run
hell-bent and bound for California
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wake up, time to fly
put on your seatbelt
light that joint that's in the ashtray
it's a long way to L.A.
rise and shine, your turn to drive
don't go over 65
we can't end up caught that way
yes, I love you honey--just as much as money
don't go crazy on me now, don't look at me funny
put your trust in Daddy, they can't catch this Caddy
it's a 455 with nitrous, I got it in Cincinnati
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check point in Barstow
hand me the gun slow
they're five and we are two
one bullet for each of you
smash through full speed ahead, window explodes in a spray of red
come on baby, hold my hand
93 miles to the Promised Land
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