| Born at the end of a Minnesota freeze
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| Eldest child of Willy and Louise
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| His little sister died at the age of four
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| The family posed, led by Louise
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| Like right out of some kind of Rockwell scene
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| But Jake couldn’t fake it anymore
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| Nobody heard the hammer fallin'
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| Sensed that judgement day was callin'
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| Nobody thought to fear the boy next door
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| Everybody loves to point their finger
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| They might as well have pulled the trigger
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| Nobody stopped to hear the boy next door
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| Willy later said he really should’ve known
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| The boy spent too much time on his own
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| And what was on his mind, God only knew
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| One by one the neighbors went away
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| A gruesome little game Jake taught himself to play
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| His daddy always said, «find something to do»
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| One less mistake to think about
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| Cause no one read the writing on the wall
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| So much for case 1239
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| Covered up, curled up in a ball
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| One little page in the history of crime
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| Lawyers made a fortune for their time
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| Seems an explanation was never found
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| And I hope this tale won’t be misunderstood
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| Things ain’t the same in every neighborhood
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| But before you go to sleep tonight
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| Look around |