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Fred Jones was worn down
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from caring for his often
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screaming and crying wife
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during the day but
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He couldn't sleep at night for fear that she
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In a stupor from the drugs that didn't even
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ease the pain would set the house on blaze
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with a cigarette.
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Cigarette
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| Ben Folds Five |
