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They got married early, never had no money |
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Then when he got laid off they really hit the skids |
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He started up his drinking, then they started fighting |
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He took it pretty badly, she took both the kids |
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She said, "I'm not standing by, to watch you slowly die |
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So watch me walking, out the door" |
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She said, "Shove it, Jack, I'm walking out the fucking door" |
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She went to her brother's, got a little bar work |
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He went to the Buttery, stayed about a year |
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Then he wrote a letter, said I want to see you |
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She thought he sounded better, she sent him up the fare |
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He was riding through the cane in the pouring rain |
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On Olympic to her door |
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He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching |
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Walking in slow motion like he'd just been hit |
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Did they have a future? Would he know his children? |
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Could he make a picture and get them all to fit? |
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He was shaking in his seat riding through the streets |
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In a silvertop to her door |
