With a finger on the gun and a finger on the phone
You are terrified but glad that you are all alone
Easy answer, quick solution, but let’s face reality
What assurance do you have that it will really get you free?

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Don’t just throw it away
You run from your troubles but can’t get away
Please don’t throw it away
The easy answer is not the way
You’re worth more than this
Don’t throw it away

Mom was talking on the phone, Dad was busy with the yard
No one seemed to recognize your life was hard
So you grabbed for some affection in the back seat of a car
But it left you cold and empty like some burned-out star

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Dodgin’ blows about the heart, worse than blows about the head
If it’s gonna feel like this, you’d just as soon be dead
But there’s somethin’ deep within you cryin’ out against the crime
Can you hear it, will you listen, will you give it time?

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Lyrics by Bill DeWees and Chuck Brown
Music by Chuck Brown