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Got a criminal record, I can’t cross state lines
First on the bad list, and you’re last on mine
Lookin for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming where do I hide?
And he asks and I say hurry inside
He said, she said, no she don’t
Be back before morning, you know she won’t
I remember that summer, like yesterday
And I remember his mother, as he was dragged away
I still hear him screaming where do I hide?
And he asks and I say hurry inside
A whole lot of memories
Yours and not mine
And he asks and I say hurry inside
Got a criminal record, I can’t cross state lines
First on the bad list, and you’re last on mine
Lookin for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down the aisle, staring straight at you
I still hear him screaming where do I hide?
And he asks and I say hurry inside
A whole lot of memories
Yours and not mine
And he asks and I say hurry inside
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Lyrics: Nickelback
