18.In A Room
When I get there I'll be ready
With a map and a pen, duty is a creed
There are lessons for the lonely
When I'm drunk in a room
And then I think of you
Oh, my baby, she went awol
Drove to a shop, never to return
And it broke me like a flower
Baked in the sun, a hot, Spanish sun
But I can't slow down
No, I can't slow down
I can't slow down
What a story, not a volume
Just a tacky little ode in the corner of my mind
Maybe Preston in the winter
Drinking in the night, the cold, English night
And there's a figure, he's so evil
With a black little eye and a pure white mind
And I'm sorry when I see this
There's a lesson in the blood, the cold, English blood
But I can't slow down
No, I can't slow down
No, I can't slow down
No, I can't
Find out who you are
Use a train, use a car
You've got arms and you've got money
Find a finger and find out who you are
But I can't slow down
No, I can't slow down
No, I can't slow down
No, I can't slow down
No, I can't slow down
No, I can't slow down
Slow down
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