| This is the story of a man that I know
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| A man with a heart of gold
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| But a body becoming weak
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| And a mind that let him go
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| This is the story of a man and his wife
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| And how she died of that same disease
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| How he stayed with her after her spirit left
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| But he won’t remember her death and
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| It’s a deadly dull
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| Like a sword stuck in its sheath
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| A mind once sharp and full
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| Now clouded and diseased
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| What’s it like to be erased every time you fall asleep?
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| Waking up as a clean slate without a sense of reality?
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| And will I end up the same way when I grow old and turn to grey?
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| As time leaves me behind to fade away, away
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| This is the story of a man that I know
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| He knows my face but he doesn’t know me
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| Pretends he does every time we meet
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| And puts his questions on repeat
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| Like, «Are you staying out of trouble? |
| What’s the plan?
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| Can we go see G-Ma down the street?
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| When I saw her last, she didn’t say much of anything
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| But if I were there, think how much better it would be»
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| They break the news a few times a week
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| And every time, it’s followed by the same thing
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| He sits outside and keeps quiet for a while
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| And forgets and goes to sleep
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| (Life with a heavy soul)
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| Will that be me eventually?
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| (Death by a deadly dull)
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| Will that be me?
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| It’s a deadly dull
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| Like a sword stuck in its sheath
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| A mind once sharp and full
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| Now clouded and diseased
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| What’s it like to be erased every time you fall asleep?
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| Waking up as a clean slate without a sense of reality?
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| And will I end up the same way when I grow old and turn to grey?
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| As time leaves me behind to fade away, away |