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No nothing good starts in a getaway car
It was the
Best of times the worst of crimes
I struck a match and blew your mind
But I didn't mean it
And you didn't see it
The ties were black the lies were white
In shades of gray in candlelight
I wanted to leave him
I needed a reason
X marks the spot where we fell apart
He poisoned the well I was lyin' to myself
I knew it from the first Old Fashioned we were cursed
We never had a shotgun shot in the dark
You were drivin' the getaway car
We were flyin' but we never get far
Don't pretend it's such a mystery
Think about the place where you first met me
Ridin' in a getaway car
There were sirens in the beat of your heart
I shoulda known I'd be the first to leave
Think about the place where you first met me
In a getaway car oh-oh-oh
No they never get far oh-oh-ahh
No nothing good starts in a getaway car
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But I can see us lostâ??in the memory
August slipped away into a moment in time
'Cause it was never mine
And I can see us twisted in bedsheets
August slipped away like a bottle of wine
'Cause you were never mine
We were jet-set Bonnie and Clyde (oh oh)
Until I switched to the other side
To the other si-i-i-i-ide
It's no surprise I turned you in (oh oh)
'Cause us traitors never win
I'm in a getaway car
I left you in a motel bar
Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys
That was the last time you ever saw me
Drivin' the getaway car
There were sirens in the beat of your heart (should've known)
I shoulda' known I'd be the first to leave
Think about the place where you first met me
In a getaway car oh-oh-oh
No they never get far oh-oh-ahh
No nothing good starts in a getaway car
Final
I was ridin' in a getaway car
I was cryin' in a getaway car
I was dyin' in a getaway car
Said goodbye in a getaway car
Ridin' in a getaway car
I was cryin' in a getaway car
I was dyin' in a getaway car
Said goodbye in a getaway car
With your face and the beautiful eyes
And the conversation with the little white lies
And the faded picture of a beautiful night
You carried me from your car up the stairs
And I broke down crying was she worth this mess?
After everything and that little black dress
After everything I must confess
I need you