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I fell in love with a hooker she laughed in my faceso seriously I took her I was a disgrace
I was out of line
I was out of placeout of time to save pacesee the open mouthof my suitcasesaying leave this place
Leave without a traceleave without a traceleave without a trace
I tried to get a good job with honest pay
I might as well join the mob the benefits are okay
Standing in the sun with a popsicle everything is possiblewith a lot of luck and a pretty face and some time to waste
Leave without a traceleave without a traceleave without a trace
I tried to dance at a funeral New orleans style
I joined the grave dancers union I had to pile
Trying to do the right thing play it straightthe right thing changes from state to statedon't forget to take your maceif you're out walking late
I liked to see your faceyou left without a trace
Leave without a trace
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