Five Minutes

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I've got five minutes to sneak a cigarette

Five minutes to myself

Back behind the screen door of Andy's luncheonette

And I ain't got time to worry 'bout my health

My boss Andy says I smoke myself to death

Andy he reminds me some of you

Back when you were Romeo and I was Juliet

West Texas Capulet and Montague

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Now I don't think too much about you anymore

We weren't much more than kids

It was nearly twenty years ago

I shut and locked that door

Now I've got five minutes

Not much time to reminisce

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Most nights I come home from work and I pour a glass of wine

Sometimes it's three or four before I stop

And Jessie makes a sandwich if I sleep through suppertime

And she leaves me on the couch to sleep it off

Now Jessie just turned 17 and she's wild as she can be

And there ain't nothin' I can do

Last weekend she ran off to meet a boy in Tennessee

Just like I used to run to you

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I gave her hell when she came home this afternoon

Mascara runnin' down her face

Seems like history repeats itself,

and it ain't up to you

And in five minutes

Your whole life can change

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Andy he's good to me,

and I can see it in his eyes

He'd love to take your place

But somethin' deep inside me

just withers up and dies

To make love to him

and only see your face

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Somehow I've let myself go gently down the stream

A fine example I have set

Between the working and the livin'

and the ghosts that haunt my dreams

I've got five minutes

and I'm gonna smoke this cigarette

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