| A minor infection, that’s what we’ve endured
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| The car slows down, another curve
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| I carved out a block of time
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| In the hall of kings
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| Look at the clock
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| Look at it again, it hasn’t moved
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| And that cane hasn’t moved
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| Since his wife died
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| But he sure enough kept that prescription alive
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| Losses that were never counted
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| Burned out on dollar bets
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| Don’t cross the river, you won’t get wet
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| You can carve yourself a lean life, baby
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| Out on this shore
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| The book on him
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| He doesn’t try
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| He’ll be lucky to come in by the fourth of July
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| Fresh roses in the ring
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| And the hanging bell
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| The moon is full but it’s too soon to tell
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| She cries that there’s no one around
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| She says she misses you
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| She’s dead but she wants to break out
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| And send a message through
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| If my head is right I can do it tonight
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| Bring her spirit into view
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| They call me the specialist
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| And I’m ready to do business with you
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| Well, I’ve beat more odds
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| Than the final four
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| At the first sign of fear, I’m in the door
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| And you get a little hope
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| That’s what you pay me for
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| And when the pale world calls me back
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| You’re gonna need some more |