| So I sit on this table for one
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| And pour me a drink that’ll last
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| I’m not drunk I just miss being young
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| And I grew old too fast
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| My wife she breaks and she bends
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| My children they don’t understand
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| I came here tonight in search of a friend
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| But I’m the invisible man
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| 'Cause I’ve swallowed my tongue
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| And I’ve polished my gun
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| And I’ve sat on my secrets for years
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| With my stiff upper lip
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| My composure won’t slip
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| And I’ve hidden each silent salty tear
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| I sit on this table for one
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| And I have been here before
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| It’s a little less than I’d had in mind
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| But I wouldn’t ask for more
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| And my mother she taught me to write
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| And my father he taught me his trade
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| And I wish that they could both be here tonight
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| To see what a mess I’ve made
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| 'Cause I’ve swallowed my tongue
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| And I’ve polished my gun
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| And I’ve sat on my secrets for years
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| With my stiff upper lip
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| My composure won’t slip
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| And I’ve hidden each silent salty tear
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| My sons and my daughters don’t know me at all
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| I’ve dug in trenches and put up walls
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| I whisper I love you each night as they sleep
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| But no one hears me when I speak
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| On this table for one
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| So I sit on this table for one
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| I won’t go till they tell me to leave
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| Why’d they teach me to follow my dreams
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| When dreams are all they can be? |