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Through the years you wasted |
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I waited patiently |
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While the joys you tasted |
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Not a word from me |
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Now that age is creeping |
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Cross your pale gray brow |
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T'aint no use in weeping |
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It's too late now |
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Hey you old man sitting |
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By the lonesome road |
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It's about time you're quitting |
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Life's old tiresome mode |
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You're so sad and lonely |
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Got no family |
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Just an old man from some old country |
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You ain't sired no chillun' |
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Ain't none by your side |
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You left all your women |
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Whooo ain't you satisfied |
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Don't just sit there clinging to a memory |
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Of a love left in some old country |
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No nobody needs you old man |
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'cause nobody calls your name |
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And nobody even whispers |
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Oh what a doggone shame |
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So the cold grim reaper |
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Has no sympathy |
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You won't see your homeland |
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'cept through me |
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You won't see your homeland |
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'cept through me |
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Stop crying |
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Age is creeping |
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You won't see your homeland |
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'cept through me |
