| Dressed in black, I’m ready for mourning.
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| Show a pullback to keep it sporty.
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| Twice around the block, sat an hour and sparked.
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| Doors creaked open and everyone watched
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| Wife is doubled over with grief.
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| She’s pretty but pinched, the.
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| Heaven for him worse than when in between.
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| House tattered strange, they measured the same
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| I sit in the back, wait for my turn.
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| Old cousin speaks, I keep my eyes forward.
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| I’m crying too much, people make guess.
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| Eyes stifle a choke, they certainly know.
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| Coworkers and friends, how many suspect,
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| Siblings and mothers, can they smell it
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| Wife is doubled over with grief.
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| She’s pretty but pinched, the.
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| Heaven for him worse than when in between.
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| House tattered strange, they measured the same
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| Hurry up my man, I take my time.
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| This state is theirs, but this is mine.
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| Wife looks up, she finally sees.
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| The unpleasant mirror, the miserable me.
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| Heaven for him, but what did he leave?
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| House tattered strange, when did the same? |