| A cold old worried lady
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| Took my hand today
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| She warned of gloom, impending doom
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| I laughed, and I sent her on her way
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| Then as she closed my garden gate
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| She turned to me and stared
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| There was nothin' said, but inside my head
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| I felt, just a little bit scared
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| Alone inside my empty house
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| I reflected on her words
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| Predicting things so bad, I guess she must be mad
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| Still I wish, I wish I’d never heard
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| As shadows began to wash my room
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| Thought about my past
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| The mistakes I made, the dues I never paid
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| Am I a ship without a mast?
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| I know I wasn’t always wrong
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| But I wasn’t often right
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| 'Cos when being kind means being left behind
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| It’s a choice, a simple choice of black or white
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| Everybody gets what’s coming
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| And it’s just what I deserve
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| I’d be crueler still, 'cos I’ve got the will
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| But I never, no I never had the nerve
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| I’m a lonely empty body
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| A worn and faded brain
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| So I’ll stay inside, where it’s safe to hide
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| And never face the world again
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| Is there nothing left to life for
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| Nothing left to do?
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| It’s a crazy pain, when your life’s in vain
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| I’ll be glad, I’ll be glad when mine is through
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| I think I’ll use my shotgun
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| Or a hundred colored pills
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| Though I don’t know how, really mean it now
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| I’ll try anything, anything, anything that really kills
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| Lord, a strong imagination
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| Should be locked inside your head
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| Now there is no pain, but I can’t explain
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| Why I wish, I wish I wasn’t dead
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| A cold old worried lady
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| Took my hand today
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| She warned of gloom, impending doom
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| I laughed, then I sent her on her way |