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Oh baby, things are troubled since we share the same bed.
I guess I had to leave and take some time off instead.
I plunged into the looking glass, I felt so stranded and despaired.
Here come the man from the gutter - and he's head over ears in debt.
Then I got me a gun made of plastic and wood,
Hid my eyes in a shade and my hair in a hood,
But there's nowhere to run for the man on the loose,
Now I got my hands tied and my head in the noose.
Oh baby, things look different when you are behind bars.
I made my way to the border but didn't get very far.
'Cause seven days in wonderland can leave you dazzled and confused,
And in the heat of the moment I kinda forgot to top up the car.
Then I got me a gun made of plastic and wood,
Hid my eyes in a shade and my hair in a hood,
But there's nowhere to run for the man on the loose,
Now I got my hands tied and my head in the noose.