| The faucet started leakin' in the kitchen
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| And today your picture fell down off the wall
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| The boss man, he said sorry
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| I can’t use you anymore
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| And tonight the light bulb went out in the hall
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| Things have gone to pieces since you left me
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| Nothing turns out half-right now, it seems
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| There ain’t nothing in my pocket
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| 'Cept three nickels and a dime
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| But I’m holding to the pieces of my dream
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| Somebody put a baseball through my window
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| And the arm fell off my favorite chair again
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| The man, he came today
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| And said he’d haul my things away
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| If I didn’t make my payments by ten
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| Things have gone to pieces since you left me
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| Nothing turns out half-right now it seems
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| There ain’t nothing in my pocket
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| But three nickels and a dime
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| But I’m holding to the pieces of my dream |