| My car broke down
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| In front of my house
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| I was turning it over and over
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| And an older man came runnin' out
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| He said «Don't you do that, son
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| You’ll only make it worse
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| I’ll call my buddy Koji
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| He can fix anything
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| And he owes me
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| And my just look at the time
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| It’s almost beer-thirty
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| Ya must be thirsty
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| Come on inside with me
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| Join the family"
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| Inside it seemed a place had already been laid for me
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| We never met before
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| Despite livin' next door
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| See I’m the type of guy
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| Who sees a neighbor outside
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| And stays inside and hides
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| I’ll run that errand another time
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| As Jack and I bonded over our love of Mel Tormé
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| And the early movies of Kid and Play
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| Brenda brought the drinks in on a tray
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| And said «For dinner you must stay»
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| It was such a comfy and cozy den
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| And I wished that Jack would call me «son» again
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| After dinner we talked some more
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| Brenda stretched and quickly said
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| «Let me show you to your bed»
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| There were photos on the wall
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| Of a boy maybe twenty-one or so
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| Leanin' against a brand new Camaro
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| I could tell by his eyes that he had died
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| Some time ago
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| And his room kept alive
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| I peaked outside through the blinds
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| At my house next door in the sun
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| Wife in the rec room
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| Kids’d be home from school soon
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| I thought I’d just shut my eyes for five
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| When I opened them again
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| Night had come
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| And brought two figures to the door
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| And they said «Son, it’s okay.»
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| «It's okay. |
| Son. |
| Son. |
| We’re okay. |
| We’re okay.» |