Fresh Out The Slammer

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Now, pretty baby
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I'm running back home to you
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Fresh out the slammer
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I know who my first call will be to
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(Fresh out the slammer, oh)

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Another summer taking cover, rolling
 thunder
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He don't understand me
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Splintered back in winter, silent 
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dinners
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Bitter he was with her in dreams
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Gray and blue, and fights and 
tunnels
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Handcuffed to the spell I was under
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For just one hour of sunshine
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Years of labor, locks and ceilings
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In the shade of how he was feeling
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But it's gonna be alright, I did my 
time

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Now, pretty baby
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I'm running back home to you
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Fresh out the slammer
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I know who my first call will be to
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(Fresh out the slammer, oh)

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Camera flashes, welcome bashes
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Get the matches
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Toss the ashes off the ledge
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As I said in my letters
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Now that I know better
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I will never lose my baby again
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My friends tried, but I wouldn't 
hear it
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Watched me daily disappearing
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For just one glimpse of his smile
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All those nights you kept me goin'
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Swirled you into all of my poems
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Now we're at the starting line, I 
did my time

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Now, pretty baby
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I'm runnin'

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To the house where you still wait up
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And that porch light gleams (gleams)
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To the one who says
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I'm the girl of his American dreams
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And no matter what I've done

It wouldn't matter anyway
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Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up
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Now that I know what's at stake here
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At the park where we used to sit
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On children's swings
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Wearing imaginary rings
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But it's gonna be alright, I did my 
time
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Now we're at the starting line, I 
D
did my time