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Well, we were up to trouble down in New Orleans
Shared a beer with the singin' saints
Left a mark at an overpass
With a half can of red spray paint
Making trouble in the Bible Belt
Well, lady, let me tell you well
I ain't been baptized in years
We were young, we were dumb, we were overly in love
We were broke, lightin' smoke, caught a train to Roanoke
We were kids living the dream, fake IDs say we're twenty-three
But we still don't know who we are
Ran off with the keys
To my old man's eighty-three
Makin' out on a bench seat
Pulled over on the side of the road
Don't know how far we'll go
Cause we ain't goin' home
It was the middle of the night
Don't think we could've done it right
But Lord knows that we'll try
We were young, we were dumb, we were overly in love
We were broke, lightin' smoke, caught a train to Roanoke
We were kids living the dream, fake IDs say we're twenty-three
But we still don't know who we are
We were young, we were dumb, we were overly in love
We were broke, lightin' smoke, caught a train to Roanoke
We were kids living the dream, fake IDs say we're twenty-three
But we still don't know who we are