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42 lines
1.5 KiB
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You've got to find her. (You've got to find her.)
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Your mother ain't fit to be alone.
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Her rosary beads are gone, there's only one place she'd be.
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The sun is nearly up, put your jacket back on and walk down the street.
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Feel the wind start to shift, cold and biting.
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Just like everything that's changed.
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When you do find her, (when you do find her)
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Take the only family that you've got back to home.
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Head down, walk through the crowds and the families downtown.
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You jealous bitter old man, it's just yourself you can't stand.
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The man that took away your wife, coward that left you behind,
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You would kill them both if you could. (Kill them both if you could)
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Head down, cigarette in hand.
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Concrete, cold brick and sando the place where she prays,
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Where she suffers her days.
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Sleepless nights with the dirt when the addiction hurts.
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Up to that old white oak door church.
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And that's where you find her in that last pew.
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You touch her cold hand, your mother is gone.
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In front of her God, needle in her arm.
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The family plot will be filled.
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The perfect ending to a tragedy.
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Put her in the cold wet ground.
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Finally at peace with her husband now.
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Lost all will, empty house.
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Hours strain, but months pass alone with your gun.
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Blue-collar shipyard, your days have gone.
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Lost it all for the promise of a normal life.
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All taken from you when you lost your wife.
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So you sit in that chair, waiting for death, barrel to your head.
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Name At Peace
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Artist Defeater
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Album Empty Days & Sleepless Nights
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