| She was all alone at half-past four
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| At an all-night small town convenience store
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| When he walked in and locked the door behind him
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| She ducked down behind the counter
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| He said «Get up, I know you’re down there
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| I got a gun. |
| Just hold on, I’ll find it.»
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| He fumbled through the pockets of his faded denim jacket
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| Handed her a note and said
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| «You'd better do exactly what it says»
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| And she read:
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| Nobody love, and nobody gets hurt
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| She looked at him with a nervous grin
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| She pointed to that word
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| He said, «What the hell. |
| I can’t spell
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| But you know what I meant.»
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| She said, «Yeah
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| But that ain’t what you said.»
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| She said «I don’t think you wanna do this
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| Sounds to me like there’s more to it.»
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| He said «Spare your views on my abusive childhood
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| 'Cause the last time I saw my old man
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| Was in a photograph in our garbage can
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| He never gave a damn, so tell me why I should
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| And you don’t know the half of all
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| The demons that I’ve battled
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| You ain’t gonna save me with your mindless psychobabble
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| I’m damaged goods.»
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| Nobody love, and nobody gets hurt
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| And as he walked away in the pouring rain
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| She still could hear that word
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| He said, «What the hell. |
| I can’t spell
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| But you know what I meant.»
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| She said, «Yeah
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| But that ain’t what you said.»
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| She said, «Yeah
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| But that ain’t what you said.». |