| A sugar pop dropped down the delivery slot
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| Cause he loaded it up
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| when I was there to buy some strings
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| I’m finding times like these
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| Would mean everything to me
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| Tommy looked up at his novelty clock
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| He stopped and locked up the shop to play a piece
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| He turned and talked to me
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| Till I would have to leave
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| He said «young boy, you gotta let it fly
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| There’s a song in your lung and a dream in your eye
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| Don’t you beg for bread when there’s so much more
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| You can dream the whole damn store
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| There’ll be many a night when you can’t find food
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| From the long road home to the hotel room
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| But don’t forget that I always believed in you»
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| Good on you boy
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| Good on me
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| Good on you
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| A cigarette shock to the marigold pot
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| As they wished me good luck
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| I shut the door and crossed the street
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| Every couple weeks
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| I would check in just to see
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| Till Bishop in a shock
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| Picked the telephone up
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| Heard my cigarette cough
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| And said «oh man it’s good to hear from you»
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| And not believe
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| That Tommy had to leave
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| Hey there boy go ahead and fly
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| Say hello to your mom in the midnight sky
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| I won’t forget that you always believed in me
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| Though there’s many a night where I can’t find food
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| Take a look at me now man I’m playing my tunes
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| I won’t forget you
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| Cause you were good to me
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| Good on you, boy
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| Hell, good on me
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| But good on you |