I could not escape
A plea from the heart
You know what it means to me
She said don't walk away
I'm down on my knees
So please don't be mean to me
So I talked to you for an hour
In the bar of a small town hotel
and you asked me what I was thinking
I was thinking of a padded cell
With a black and white T.V.
To stop us from getting lonely
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