After the horses had been put to sleep
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Did you lie in bed
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Try not to weep,
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After the cancer came
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And left you with no more teeth to chew and too much debt?
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After your rosary was worn to dust
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From unanswered prayers and broken trust
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After the storm had draped the street
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In snow confined to bed
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Did you just let go of her?
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To hear a joke
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Maybe on last time
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A simple card trick
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We could bet a dime
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After the funeral she drank
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Alone hoping that your ghost would leave her alone.
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To hear a joke
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Maybe one last time
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A simple card trick
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We could bet a dime.
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You canĄ¯t drink away a memory
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Still I know your bloodĄ¯s too thick in me.
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To hear a joke
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Maybe on last time
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A simple card trick
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We could bet a dime
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You canĄ¯t drink away a memory
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Still I know, your bloodĄ¯s too thick in me.
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After he cinched that cord around his neck
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I hope he found you,
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You could cut a deck of cards.
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Faulty Math, Tired Horses
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| Sorry About Dresden |
