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Crime and punishment in tuscon 
Back to normal in the sun 
Playing blackjack in the drive-in 
Shooting snake-eyes in the mud 
And when the moonlight came out, we were gone, long gone. 
They found a body on the race-track; 
No identifying signs 
In his pocket was a notebook 
With a number inside 
And guadalajara's just a few miles down the line. 
She adored the broken-hearted 
And those who showed her a bad time 
They didn't care for her body 
They took advantage of her mind. 
So they took her ideas and they left her behind.