| My friend Peter was not that old
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| A generous man with a heart of gold
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| They took his money, they took his home
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| They wouldn’t leave my friend Peter alone
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| My friend Peter’s mother, boy she was a bitch
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| All she ever gave him was a nervous twitch
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| She left her money to her fancy gent
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| She didn’t leave my friend Peter a cent
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| My friend Peter was the company boss
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| With labour problems and a heavy loss
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| The school bills came with a rise in fees
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| My friend Peter was on his knees
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| My friend Peter was never hip
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| But his wife was fond of the groovy trip
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| She spent her money like she spent her nights
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| She wouldn’t show my friend Peter the sights
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| My friend Peter was a worried guy
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| When the taxman came with his beady eye
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| They froze his bank account, they took his car
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| They wouldn’t let my friend Peter go far
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| My friend Peter was a family man
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| With a decent job and a long-term plan
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| He loved his kids, adored his wife
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| My friend Peter just took his life |