When it gets right down to the killing time
I know your heart is bad but it's all
I've ever had we can live our lives on this righteous crime
I got kicked when I was down
And a sailor took my girl to town
Then she licked my wounds with the sea dog's salt I drank a
Half a bottle of jack swore I'd never take you back by the bottle's
End I was on that phone
What you call compromise I don't understand what you call compromise I don't understand
How do you walk away? how do you walk away?
How do you walk away from a woman that gone and done you wrong?
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"Killing Time" as written by Chris Gates Brian Baker
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