All the locks are broken
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Everything's been stolen
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Hold on, Slow John
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All she left you was a slogan
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Now your heart is breaking
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Lonesome and forsaken
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Hold on, Slow John
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There's always a chance
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For the taking
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Hey now, two is a crowd
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Plus that's what you get
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For dogging around
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Nothing I can say to you
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Will return her grace to you
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Nothing I can do for you now
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Remember when you couldn't wait
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To get out of the starting gate
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Well, that all seems like history now
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Trucks along the highway
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No one's going your way
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Inside a crippled car
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Celibate stars
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You wonder if anyone's noticed
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You're gone
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So hold on, Slow John
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There's no getting used
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To the taste of a gun
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Looking for the silver lining
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Where's the fucking happy ending
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Words reverberate and then decay
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There's no need to say you're sorry
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Cause you know that she ain't sorry
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She just shut the door and walked away
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Hold On, Slow John
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Firewater |