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Let me set the scene, quiet as can be She was just a pretty little face in the bleachers Dying to be free, and he was seventeen Sharing cigarettes and hiding smoke from the teachers Maybe she wanted a little taste of the wild side He was the getaway ride outta town And maybe he wanted a little tame to the wildfire But you know they're never gonna slow down now She's into bad guys driving the fast cars Making her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie band Undressing in the back seat of his mom's minivan He was a good kid, son of a pastor A little bit unhinged, a perfect disaster And they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to be Just another classic all-American tragedy Sneaking out her room, quarter after 2 Planning the tattoos they'll keep from their parents He gets her into shows, she wants see the road Trading in a future for her name in his lyrics They all say, "Oh my God, they might be too far gone" Oh, they're off of the deep end, and Mom isn't sleeping 'Cause she knows that no one could get them to stop Letras de canciones She's into bad guys driving the fast cars Making her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie band Undressing in the back seat of his mom's minivan He was a good kid, son of a pastor A little bit unhinged, a perfect disaster And they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to be Just another classic all-American tragedy She's into bad guys driving the fast cars Making her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie band Undressing in the back seat of his mom's minivan He was a good kid, son of a pastor A little bit unhinged, a perfect disaster And they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to be Just another classic all-American tragedy From Letras Mania