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(Come here) (or possibly something in Spanish)(Hey)When I get there I'll be readyWith a map and a pen - duty is a creedThere are lessons for the lonelyWhen I'm drunk in a roomThat's when I think of youOh my baby - She went AWOLDrove to a shop, never to returnAnd it broke me, like a flower baked in the sunA hot Spanish sunBut I can't slow downNo I can't slow downNo I can'tWhat a story, not a volumeJust a tacky little ode in the corner of my mindMaybe Preston in the winterDrinking in the night - the cold English nightBut I can't slow downNo I can't slow downNo I can't slow downNo I can'tSo find out who you areTake a train, use a carYou've got arms and you've got moneySo find a finger and find out who you areGod, find out who you areAnd there's a figure, he's so evilWith a black little eye and a pure white mindAnd I'm so sorry when I see thisThere's a lesson in the bloodThe cold English bloodBut I can't slow downNo I can't slow down X 6Slow downNo I can't slow down X 6Slow down....etc...
(Come here) (or possibly something in Spanish)(Hey)When I get there I'll be readyWith a map and a pen - duty is a creedThere are lessons for the lonelyWhen I'm drunk in a roomThat's when I think of youOh my baby - She went AWOLDrove to a shop, never to returnAnd it broke me, like a flower baked in the sunA hot Spanish sunBut I can't slow downNo I can't slow downNo I can'tWhat a story, not a volumeJust a tacky little ode in the corner of my mindMaybe Preston in the winterDrinking in the night - the cold English nightBut I can't slow downNo I can't slow downNo I can't slow downNo I can'tSo find out who you areTake a train, use a carYou've got arms and you've got moneySo find a finger and find out who you areGod, find out who you areAnd there's a figure, he's so evilWith a black little eye and a pure white mindAnd I'm so sorry when I see thisThere's a lesson in the bloodThe cold English bloodBut I can't slow downNo I can't slow down X 6Slow downNo I can't slow down X 6Slow down....etc...