You know you should Cause its been a while And every Swede in Stockholm thinks youre in his right Its in my blood And my guilty smile In my school of thought we like to try and call it out I wont be here for long Im leaving in a while This could be my very last song But if Im leaving I am leaving in style You go out at night, in the witching hour I dont drive a car but I run pretty fast Just like my dad I dont wear no seatbelt, someone tore someone else And every bounty hunter in the world is out to get me I gotta watch my step, yeah I wont be here for long Im leaving in a while This could be my very last song But if Im leaving I am leaving in style
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