| He has no time loneliness is a stinger in his mind
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| A mind with two hearts, each with two parts, all of which ache for a wife
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| He bears it in his chest heaven’s no place for a lonely man to rest
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| With no children abreast, no peace to taste, happiness has no face
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| A bow with Methodist plans that fail him by day, became the father of the man
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| Who lives with no light, hid by the night, poisoned by hope with vacant eyes
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| He bears it in his chest heaven’s no place for a lonely man to rest
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| Dear lonely man, the reason you are stunned
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| You’re born to a town that always eats it’s young
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| And the more you love a lie it’s coming true
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| Your burning up your mind thinking it through
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| Take his name, Marie
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| Bear him a child and live quietly
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| The more she lives her life all alone
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| It’s burning up her mind to make a home
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| With these hearts so loud their beating’s heard
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| Like the wings of a trapped injured bird
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| The more we love a lie it’s coming true
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| It’s burning up our minds thinking it through
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| Dear lonely man, the reason you are stunned
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| You’re born to a town that always eats it’s young
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| With a pious patience please wait for that wife
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| By winter’s end you may come back to life |