| Keys cut, three for the price of one
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| And nothing’s free, but guaranteed for a lifetime’s use
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| I’ve changed the locks, and you can have one
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| You, you know the other two
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| The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear
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| I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway
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| Hey, love, look into your glove-box heart
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| What is there for me inside? |
| This love is tired
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| I’ve changed the locks, have I misplaced you?
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| Have we lost our minds?
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| Will this never end?
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| It could depend on your take
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| You, me, we used to be on fire
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| If keys are all that stand between
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| Can I throw in the ring? |
| No gasoline, just fuck me, kitten
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| You are wild and I’m in your possession
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| Nothing’s free, so fuck me, kitten
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| I’m in your possession, so fuck me, kitten |