| Mr. Grogan he locks up for the evening and he
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| He buttons up his coat
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| Outside the temperature is thirteen below freezing so he
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| He makes a mental note
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| Tonight he’ll walk home as he’s grown soft in the middle
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| And his life is not what he had hoped
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| His Labradoodle waits and paces down the hallway and she
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| She loves him just the same
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| Mr. Grogan walks through fresh and fallen snow as he slows
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| And waves the streetcar on
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| Sometimes his tidy mind it wanders and remembers
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| And all he once knew is all gone
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| His slip is silent as he falls and hits the sidewalk
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| And leaves a small stain in the snow
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| His Labradoodle waits and paces down the hallway
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| And she cries until she wakes the neighbor Joe
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| Mr. Grogan he was taken to emergency and
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| He stayed there for a week
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| He answered questions from his many concerned customers
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| Who told him to rest and get some sleep
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| Mr. Grogan turned the lights on in his workshop and
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| Checked the black and blue upon his face
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| He touched the photographs that stood upon the mantel
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| And everything was in its place
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| Mr. Grogan he locks up for the evening and he
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| He buttons up his coat
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| Outside the temperature is thirteen below freezing so he
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| He makes a mental note
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| No more walking in the snow after midnight
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| Or even walking in the rain
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| His Labradoodle waits and paces down the hallway and she
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| She loves him just the same |