| Soaked and alone, on his knees in a house
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| He escaped to the countryside after commiting a crime
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| Bobby was young, heavy heart and his gun
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| And the man drove him out of the city wanted dead or alive
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| Yeah everything because he couldn’t abide
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| Now he knows, that at the start of his strife
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| He was like «as far as being young and wild
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| I am up for whatever»
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| Bobby was young, heavy heart and his gun
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| And to take somebody under his wings
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| It wasn’t too very clever
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| Everything that he couldn’t afford
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| He wanna smile on a big street again
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| He wanna follow his dreams, but instead
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| Annie may go down and still make a sound
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| She may go down and bleed in your mind
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| Because you hold your breath and your tongue
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| But she would still go down, make a sound
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| Make a sound, make a sound, make a sound
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| So come along to the local jailhouse
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| Two walls and a bed
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| Inside they only reach for the time
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| Bobby was young, heavy heart and his gun
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| And the man found him outside the city
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| He was barely alive
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| Everything that he couldn’t afford
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| He wanna smile on a big street again
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| He wanna follow his dreams, but instead
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| Annie may go down and still make a sound
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| She may go down and bleed in your mind
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| Because you hold your breath and your tongue
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| But she would still go down, make a sound
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| Make a sound, make a sound, make a sound
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| Annie may go down and still make a sound
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| She may go down and bleed in your mind
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| Because you hold your breath and your tongue
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| But she would still go down, make a sound |