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We heard the story from his whiskered wife |
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As we sat around her in that dusky den |
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She told us how he lost his life |
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And ten years later picked it up again |
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He was carving marble in his dreams |
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And sleeping in an old septic shack |
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So he left his kingdom and he left his queen |
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I guess they still expect him back |
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This home is broken |
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No lights are on |
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There's someone hoping |
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Hope's not all gone |
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He started over somewhere later |
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Built another world in another town |
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She saw his picture in the paper |
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He face it wrinkled as they sat her down |
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All the good things are worth the wait |
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But an empty pocket and a burning shoe |
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Make it easier to just clean the slate |
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And what's a family but a bill that's due? |
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This home is broken |
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No lights are on |
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There's someone hoping |
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Hope's not all gone |
