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Uncle Ray is gone, a relative they couldn't find |
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Finally free of his insanity, they covered him with lime |
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In a ditch outside the old junkyard on 17 |
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Well that crazy drunk |
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I swear he was a gentleman to me |
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So take him far far away |
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Take him far far away |
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Out past all discussions, far from what they said |
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Take him far far away |
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Take him far far away ' |
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Cuz we're sort of related |
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Here lies |
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Uncle Ray |
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Dry rough skin, his hands, a working man, like bark from trees |
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He'd come to the back door of my familiy's house |
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For coffee and something to eat |
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Pushed a shopping cart all filled with junk and empty cans |
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He came home from the war to find his wife |
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Now loved another man |
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So take him far far away |
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Take him far far away |
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Out past all discussions, far from what they said |
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Take him far far away |
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Take him far far away ' |
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Cuz we're sort of related |
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Here lies |
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Uncle Ray |
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In this photograph we're hand in hand in deep white snow |
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Ray was 65 and nearly blind, and |
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I was 4 or so |
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All the neighbors used to laugh and throw snowballs at him |
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Now I live alone and when it snows |
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I try not to think of them |
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So take him far far away |
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Take him far far away |
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Out past all discussions, far from what they said |
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Take him far far away |
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Take him far far away ' |
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Cuz we're sort of related ' |
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Cuz we're sort of related ' |
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Cuz we're sort of related |
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Here lies |
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Uncle Ray |
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Here lies |
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Uncle Ray... |
