| Well, I compare you two
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| You’ve got the same toothy grin
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| And a penchant for dramatic ends
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| See the harbor lights
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| His five brothers down there
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| From the salty bay back home again
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| He went from one ball and chain
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| His whole life down the drain
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| With a widow in his wake
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| When he got back home
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| He took the first job he found
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| How much can one man take?
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| And he measured his breath
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| As he pocketed his pride
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| And he quietly watched life go by
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| From the register side
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| Well, he drove down to the shore
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| But he can’t see her no more
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| He bought a bottle of red wine
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| He wasn’t guilty then
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| And he’s not guilty now
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| Of killing anything but time
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| And he measured his breath
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| As he pocketed his pride
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| And he quietly watched life go by
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| From the register side
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| Yeah you can waste your whole life
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| From the register side
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| It’s about the in betweens and all the grief that you get
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| It’s about the in betweens and you’re not dead yet
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| It’s about the in betweens and you can lie to yourself
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| It’s about the in betweens
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| It’s about the in betweens and all the grief that you get
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| It’s about the in betweens and you’re not dead yet
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| It’s about the in betweens and you can lie to yourself
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| It’s about the in betweens
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| And he measured his breath
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| As he pocketed his pride
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| And he quietly watched life go by
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| From the register side
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| And he quietly watched life go by
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| From the register side
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| And he quietly watched his life |