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This old house looks just the way it was |
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Just a tumbledown of pine and river stone |
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But it's only just a shadow of the place you knew before |
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Because Bob's just not your uncle anymore |
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Winter's here and the day don't last too long |
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Barely thimbles full of sunshine to go on |
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And there's an ocean full of midnight rolling right up to the door |
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I guess Bob's just not your uncle anymore |
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And I say it without pride and without shame |
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That the dopey |
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Irish Setter dog |
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Regan's still his name |
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Well, he looks right glad to see you |
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But he might not want to be you |
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Even though he loves you madly from before |
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Before Bob was not your uncle anymore |
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Good old games like they play them back in town |
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Where the wayward daughter's luck runs strong and pure |
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You might feel like you're a winner but you never know for sure |
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Now that Bob's just not your uncle anymore |
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So we see that you can find your way back home |
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And that maybe when you get there, there's a lock on every door |
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Now you know for certain what the big wide world is good for |
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And that Bob's just not your uncle anymore |
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I said now you know for certain what the big wide world is good for |
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And that Bob's just not your uncle anymore |
