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A sugar pop dropped down the delivery slot' |
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Cause he loaded it upwhen |
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I was there to buy some strings |
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Certain times like these |
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Mean everything to me |
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Tommy looked up at his novelty clock |
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He stopped and locked up the shop to play a piece |
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He turned and talked to me' |
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Till I would have to leave |
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He said "young boy you gotta let it flyThere's a song in your lung and a dream in your eyeDon't you beg for prayer when there's so much moreYou can dream the whole damn storeThere be many a night when you can't find foodFrom the long road home to the hotel roomBut don't forget that I always believed in you" |
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Good on you boy |
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Good on me |
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Good on you |
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A cigarette shock to the marigold pot |
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As they wished me good luck |
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I shut the door and crossed the street |
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Every couple weeks |
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I would check in just to see |
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To dish up in the shock |
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With the telephone up |
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Put my cigarette, cough |
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And said "oh man it's good to hear from you" |
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And not believe |
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That Tommy had to leave |
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Hey there boy go ahead and fly |
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Say hello to your mom in the midnight sky |
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I won't forget that you always believed in me' |
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Cause many a night when |
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I can't find food |
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Take a look at me now man |
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I'm playing my tunes |
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I won't forget you' |
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Cause you were good to me |
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Good on you, boy |
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Hell, good on me |
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But good on you |
