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Tommy had a watch, a good kind of watch |
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It wouldn't tell time if you asked it |
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Didn't have a face, just an ear and an eye |
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To see him with |
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Tommy stole candy from the corner store |
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And gave it to the mice he built a home for |
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By the side of the heater, next to his guitar |
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That he could neither play nor destroy |
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Tommy wrote a letter to the office of iniquity |
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Demanding a history of his actions |
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But the letter was returned just 2 days gone |
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There was no office of iniquity |
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Tommy couldn't see so well and he didn't have a radio |
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He'd talk to himself in different voices |
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Or sing to himself in a |
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Russian dialect |
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Invented on a |
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Sunday afternoon |
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Tommy stole a limp and he borrowed a demeanor |
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So he'd scare anybody who'd want to talk away' |
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Cause they frightened him so bad that he'd pee down his legs |
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As he tried, very hard, to find the words |
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Tommy wore the helmet of a frustrated miner |
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Digging for words as though gold |
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Standing in the mud in his dark gray fedora |
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Wearing his knee-patched dungarees |
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Tommy was alone when the fire started |
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High behind the wheel of a colt 45 |
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With a clip full of ether and a bucket full of gas |
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And a belly full of turpentine |
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Tommy made sure there was no one in danger |
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By knocking on each door like a madman |
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Then he locked himself in and did the whirling dervish |
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Tipped the candle over on the floor |
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Tommy fell asleep before the firemen came |
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Which was good because they scared him anyway |
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All that they found were the mice inside the fridge |
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In a box, with some cheese |
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And a hand warmer, run on batteries |
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Tommy was a good man. |
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Nobody Knew |
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Tommy was a good man. |
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Nobody Knew |
