| Jim played piano in a band called 'Angry Witness'
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| Out to fight the system in the fall of '81
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| Like all his friends he felt peace
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| Could we have for the askin'
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| It was just a matter of convincing the old ones
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| They broke up on John and Yoko’s anniversary
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| Went seperate ways like most bands do
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| Same ol' frustration when they saw
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| The times were not a-changin'
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| Jim warmed up to the cold hard truth
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| Jim plays piano, a simple weekend warrior
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| At a cosy little mad spot just a few blocks from his home
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| He wakes up every mornin', has breakfast with his children
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| Sweet wife smilin' at him, thinks how good my life’s become
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| This past Thursday was their 14th anniversary
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| Owned their own sweet home since '92
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| Monday through Firday
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| He sells those new lots off the highway
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| Wreith on the door, Red, White and Blue
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| Sometimes he wonders how did one man get so lucky
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| And what happend to his anger and his vow to heal the world
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| In just over two decades he has watched the earth revolvin'
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| Now just simple problem solvin', twenty years and change
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| How long did I love you before my heart stopped breakin'
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| Since the night I stood there shakin' when you ran out of my life
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| Now I think it’s time I told you, even if you show no interest
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| How I came to feel forgiveness and finally set things right
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| It was twenty years, two months and five day this December
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| You wiped your shoes off on my heart
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| Hard to be realistic to betray a kid so idealistic
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| Flames of faith put out in the dark
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| Then one cold mornin' a real live frosty Friday
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| I turned to the pain beside me and I realized it was gone
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| I tore up all your pictures, never thinkin you might find me
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| Time to put that junk behind me and wonder why it took so long
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| Now here you stand on what would be our anniversay
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| Tellin' me how tough life’s been on you
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| No satisfaction for I realized we’ve lost all attraction
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| Movin' on is all that’s left to do
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| God, I feel so foolish for what seemed so devastatin'
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| And the love I had for hatin', was a tragic waste of time
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| Somehow I feel like laughin' with that free weight lifted from me
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| Oh, how wisdom does become me
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| Twenty years and change |