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Dirty hands, hanging off dirty jeans.
The sweetest kid, who grew up hard and mean,
Once someone?s son. But, what is done is done.

Leaving town in his beat-up Pontiac.
Finger in the air and without looking back at anyone,
He yells, ?What is done is done!?

?No one cares that I left, no one cares what I?ll become.
I live without regrets, what?s done is done!?

Picked-up a girl after a thousand miles,
With peppermint breath, and a nervous smile,
and very young. And he thought, ?What is done is done.?

She put the seat back and closed her eyes.
But, she couldn?t sleep, and so she told him why
she had run. She said, ?What is done is done.?

?No one cares that I left, no one cares what I?ll become.
I live without regrets, what?s done is done!?

Looking across the motel parking lot.
She saw the Manager talking to several cops.
She woke him up, when they had gone.
They hit the road, before the dawn.

A little too tired to make it through the night.
A little too wired to think that they ever might
Not have to run, ?cause what is done is done.

?No one cares that we left, no one cares what we?ll become.
We live without regrets, what?s done is done!?