SICK + SIN
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โฑ๏ธ 3:25 duration
๐ ID: 24270798
๐ Lyrics
Talking til the morning like we're kids, thick and thin
You're the one who understands me like the back of your hand
Pinky promises and cigarettes on our breath
Scared to death that in the end we'll be back here again
Through thick and thin
Through sick and sin
Yeah, I could be the Bonnie to your Clyde
You and me, the only alibis
Wake up in a whole new different time
We could drive across those old state lines
Take the gun, the bag, drive through the night, yeah
I'll draw the blood, you'll clean the knife
I'll be the Bonnie to your Clyde
Clyde
Now we're upstate crashing, here we go again
The Armageddon, don't panic, just pretend
We're on a desert island, no sign of life
They'll write about us, how we made it out alive
Yeah, I could be the Bonnie to your Clyde
You and me, the only alibis
Wake up in a whole new different time
We could drive across those old state lines
Take the gun, the bag, drive through the night, yeah
I'll draw the blood, you'll clean the knife
I'll be the Bonnie to your Clyde
Clyde
Talking til the morning like we're kids, thick and thin
You're the one who understands me like the back of your hand
Pinky promises and cigarettes on our breath
Scared to death that in the end we'll be back here again
Back here again
Back here again
You're the one who understands me like the back of your hand
Pinky promises and cigarettes on our breath
Scared to death that in the end we'll be back here again
Through thick and thin
Through sick and sin
Yeah, I could be the Bonnie to your Clyde
You and me, the only alibis
Wake up in a whole new different time
We could drive across those old state lines
Take the gun, the bag, drive through the night, yeah
I'll draw the blood, you'll clean the knife
I'll be the Bonnie to your Clyde
Clyde
Now we're upstate crashing, here we go again
The Armageddon, don't panic, just pretend
We're on a desert island, no sign of life
They'll write about us, how we made it out alive
Yeah, I could be the Bonnie to your Clyde
You and me, the only alibis
Wake up in a whole new different time
We could drive across those old state lines
Take the gun, the bag, drive through the night, yeah
I'll draw the blood, you'll clean the knife
I'll be the Bonnie to your Clyde
Clyde
Talking til the morning like we're kids, thick and thin
You're the one who understands me like the back of your hand
Pinky promises and cigarettes on our breath
Scared to death that in the end we'll be back here again
Back here again
Back here again