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You and me, baby, we've come so far,

We started out in the back of your broken down car,

Getting high all the time from a life without regrets,

Just leaning back, puffin on them cigarettes.

I got the moon in my purse and a bottle of gin,

You better be ready, baby, for a night of sin!

We can be blazin' it, raisin' it, we've got hell to burn,

Oh it's all fun and games, we've got so much left to learn.

 

 

And I, I'm walking with you through this thunder storm,

And I'll, keep you safe, hold your hand and keep you warm,