A good man's is hard to find
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Only strangers sleep in my bed
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My favorite words are good-bye
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And my favorite color is red
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I always play Russian Roulette in my head
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It's sventeen black and twenty-nine red
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How far from the gutter
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How far fron the pew
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I'll always remember to forget about you
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A good man's is hard to find
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Only strangers sleep in my bed
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My favorite words are good-bye
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And my favorite color is red
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A long dead soldier looks out
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From the frame
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No one remembers his war; no one
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Remembers his name
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Go out to the meadow;
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Scare off all the crows
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It does nothing but rain here,
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And nothing will grow
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A good man's is hard to find
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Only strangers sleep in my bed
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My favorite words are good-bye
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And my favorite color is red
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A Good Man Is Hard To Find
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| Tom Waits |
