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All the hard-drinking stiffs |
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Are asleep on their cots |
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And fog's in barrels on Totten Pond Road |
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And the sots who remain |
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Strike matches and crane |
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Cause they can't make their way in the dark |
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It's a hard parlor game |
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Playing miscues and pratfalls for laughs |
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From sad sacks and fairweather friends |
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You don't have to catch on |
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Lay it out and be gone |
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There's a calm's been a long time coming |
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Mary oh Mary go find the light |
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Take a hit from your whiskey and stumble inside |
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It's a tune from your childhood and a soft yellow moon |
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And the firelight is just right for dancing |
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Like the cruel April air |
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Plays muse to the hopeless |
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And the storms coax sunflowers from mossy old hills |
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May this song find you there |
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In your embroidered chair |
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With your afghan and warm Darjeeling |
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Mary oh Mary go find the light |
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Take a hit from your whiskey and stumble inside |
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It's a tune from your childhood and a soft yellow moon |
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And the firelight is just right for dancing |