(Andrew M. Gold)
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He was born on a summer day
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Nineteen sixty-one
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And with the slap of a hand he had landed as an only son
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Mother and father said what a lovely boy
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We'll teach him what we learned
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Oh yes just what we learned
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We'll dress him up warmly and we'll send him to school
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It'll teach him how to fight and be nobody's fool
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Oh, oh what a lonely boy
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Oh what a lonely boy
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Oh what a lonely boy
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In the summer of sixty-three
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His mother brought him a sister
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And she told him we must attend to her needs
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She's so much younger that you
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Well he ran down the hall and he cried
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Oh how could his parents have lied
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When they said he was the only son
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He thought he was the only one
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Oh, oh what a lonely boy
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Oh what a lonely boy
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Oh what a lonely boy
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He left home on a winter day
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Nineteen seventy-nine
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And he hoped to find all the love he had
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Lost in that earlier time
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Well his sister grew up and she married a man
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She gave him a son, oh yes a lovely son
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They dressed him up warmly
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They sent him to school
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It taught him how to fight and be nobody's fool
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Oh, oh what a lonely boy
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Lonely Boy
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