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The widow says |
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It's hard to live |
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With a man |
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A man like me |
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The widow says |
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It's hard to live |
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On the lonely version of love i give |
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And i've seen the way her eyes light up |
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When she looks at the man in a family way |
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He's made of iron and he knows the way |
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And when i think about my brother dying |
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And my parents trying |
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To slowly do themselves in |
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Inch by inch, day by day |
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And the telephone's ring |
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Is like a banshee wail |
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The widow says i broke her first |
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Of course i say, just the reverse |
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And we cant get past this |
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Something she did |
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On the 14th of june |
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Because of something i said |
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On the 13th of june |
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And we can't get past this |
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And if we could lock our lips |
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And block our noses |
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And swim beneath the barriers |
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And come up clean |
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On the other side |
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But we can't get past this |
