The widow says
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It's hard to live
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With a man
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A man like me
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The widow says
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It's hard to live
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On the lonely version of love i give
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And i've seen the way her eyes light up
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When she looks at the man in a family way
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He's made of iron and he knows the way
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And when i think about my brother dying
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And my parents trying
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To slowly do themselves in
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Inch by inch, day by day
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And the telephone's ring
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Is like a banshee wail
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The widow says i broke her first
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Of course i say, just the reverse
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And we cant get past this
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Something she did
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On the 14th of June
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Because of something i said
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On the 13th of June
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And we can't get past this
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And if we could lock our lips
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And block our noses
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And swim beneath the barriers
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And come up clean
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On the other side
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But we can't get past this
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Red Apple Falls
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| Smog |
