(Bobbie Cryner)
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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, "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 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."
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Nobody Love, Nobody Gets Hurt
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Suzy Bogguss |