| Oh my god, I cry in fear,
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| Afraid you have forgotten me here.
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| Afraid you have forgotten one
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| Your quiet, dull and faithful son
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| I went to work, I worked all day,
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| When I wanted to run, I stayed
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| I kept the promises I made,
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| I kept the promises I made.
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| Little children came and grew,
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| Moved away and never knew
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| Who I was or who I am
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| No, they never knew just who I am.
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| When those mornings came stiffed with rain
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| I thought the sun will never shine again
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| With the sleeves of my old rain coat stained
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| With the salt of my own tears
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| And I never would tell you then
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| So I never will tell you now
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| All the things that break an old man down
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| The real thing is I don’t know how.
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| Oh my god, I cry in fear,
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| Afraid you have forgotten me here
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| Afraid you have forgotten one
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| Your quiet, dull and faithful son
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| Who’s seen the loneliest of days
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| And fought the dirtiest of ways
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| With the man inside
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| Who would have run away
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| From the promises. |