| Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
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| Down the street where I grew up Momma used to send me over with things
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| We struck a freindship up I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing
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| Says he was in the war when in the navy
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| Lost his wife, lost his baby
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| Broke down and asked him one time
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| How ya keep from going crazy
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| He said I’ll see my wife and son in just a little while
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| I asked him what he meant
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| He looked at me and smiled, said
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| I raise my hands, bow my head
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| I’m finding more and more truth in the words written in red
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| They tell me that there’s more to life than just what I can see
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| Oh I believe
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| Few years later I was off at college
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| Talkin' to mom on the phone one night
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| Getting all caught up on the gossip
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| The ins and outs of the small town life
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| She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley’s died.
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| Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back
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| Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers
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| I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh
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| If there was ever anybody desevred a ticket to the other side
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| It’d be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said
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| I raise my hands, bow my head
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| I’m finding more and more truth in the words written in red
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| They tell me that there’s more to life than just what I can see
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| I can’t quote the book
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| The chapter or the verse
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| You can’t tell me it all ends
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| In a slow ride in a hearse
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| You know I’m more and more convinced
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| The longer that I live
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| Yeah, this can’t be No, this can’t be No, this can’t be all there is When I raise my hands, bow my head
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| I’m finding more and more truth in the words written in red
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| They tell me that there’s more to life than just what I can see
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| I believe
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| Ohhh
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| I believe
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| Oh Do you believe?
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| Because, I believe
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| I believe
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| I believe
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| I believe
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| I believe
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| I believe |