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My baby surrendered to fateAnd I couldn't even say how I felt later on that eveningStating my name to the officer's aide was in vainCause I knew they were out to get mePlace four of five fingers flat on a sticky plastic batScan my blue bloodshot eyes for the history of my trialsWhen crimes are passionate can love be separate?When crimes are passionate can love be separate?En route to my cell I retraced every stepAnd found a way to redact and retell my storyNo evidence and no witness to summon or finesseI confess, it all sounds unlikelyA sweaty, paranoid palm pressed against a leathered wallThe law in all its flaws, me in an oversized overallWhen crimes are passionate can love be separate?When crimes are passionate can love be separate?Baby it's a bad, bad lawIt's a bad, bad law, geronimoBaby it's a bad, bad lawIt's a bad, bad law, geronimoLetras de cancionesI straddled out on the standMy defense scrawled on my handKilled time and time again but then I lost againWhen crimes are passionate can love be separate?When crimes are passionate can love be separate?Baby it's a bad, bad lawIt's a bad, bad law, geronimoBaby it's a bad, bad lawIt's a bad, bad law, geronimoBaby it's a bad, bad lawIt's a bad, bad law, geronimoBaby it's a bad, bad lawIt's a bad, bad law, geronimoBaby it's a bad, bad lawIt's a bad, bad law, geronimo From Letras Mania