| A sharp end can suffer
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| Say the hubby whose wife was leaving
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| When I couldn't handle everyday life
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| Well now the hubby is alone and so will he
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| For old men it is awkward
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| Creating new relationships
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| It’s a nap in a shoe store
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| That yes, these could still be fixed
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| And although the moment is heavy and difficult
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| It must be lived with care
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| The couple would like children
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| But not Nazi and treatments are expensive
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| They have been going on for sixteen months
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| And the nerves are in hormone control
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| And a man does not feel like a man
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| When not two can be made into three
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| It is December 6th and the window
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| The candle should light up
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| And although the moment is fragile and longing
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| It must be lived with care
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| We have to live carefully
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| Who the hell pays my rent
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| Maija asked and spat on the wall
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| The company had decided on the savings
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| Now five hundred in the yard and suddenly
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| When there is a quiet variety in school
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| Can weave tufts and knit
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| Is it easier to humble yourself at the checkout
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| When the ice cream needs to be returned
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| And while the moment is faith-racking
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| It must be lived with care
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| The car had been picked up for service
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| When the summer vacation began and on the way
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| A truck came and flanked
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| The car spun and flew like a rocket
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| There was three good luck to the guys
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| But one is still in a coma
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| Surrounded by a hospital bed
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| Mother and youngest of sisters
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| And the moment is crying out
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| About little boys playing
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| The fire broke out and even in the fall
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| There had been rains on the card
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| Had to dry for the third month
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| And the flames were not extinguished
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| When they rage and rose and ascended
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| Now in the minds of men
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| When someone lights a lighter
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| And even if the moment is stiff from the trauma
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| It must be lived with care
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| We have to live carefully
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| We have to live carefully |