He's not fit to walk alone
She's a stubborn bag of bones
On with their
On with their night
Just two wrongs trying to get right
If lost souls are meant to roam
In each other find a home
No sense to their demise
Damned Renegades
We try harder every day
But the hands of time have slain
The dreams they had for us
Damned Renegades
She hates the bourbon on my breath
But still our love has reached new depths
On with our
On with our night
If we're two wrongs then what is right?
If lost souls are meant to roam
In each other find a home
No sense to our demise
Damned Renegades
I will keep you close at heart
Our bag of bones shall never part
I do what I must
Damned Renegades come home

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