Does anyone remember Tony
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A quiet boy, little over weight
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He had breasts like a girl
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When I wasn't too busy feeling lonely
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I'd stare over his shoulder
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At a map of the world
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He always finished all his homework
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Raised his hand in homerooom
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He called the morning attendance
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With the pledge alligence to the gloom
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Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
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He said I think I might do a little dying today
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He looked in the mirror and saw
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A little faggot starin back at him
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Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
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I hated every day of high school
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It's funny, I guess you did too
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Its funny how I never knew
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There I was sitting right behind you
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They wrote it in the local rag
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Death comes to the local fag
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I guess you finally stopped believing
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That any hope would ever find you
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Well I know that story,
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I was sitting right behind you
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Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
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He said I think I might do a little dying today
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He looked in the mirror and saw
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A little faggot starin back at him
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Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
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Hey Tony whats so good about dying, dying
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Hey Tony whats so good about dying, dying
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Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
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He said I think I might do a little dying today
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He looked in the mirror and saw
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A little faggot starin back at him
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Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
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Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
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Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
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Tony...
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Tony
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| Patty Griffin |
