I work in the kitchen
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At an old folk's home
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I do my best but i too am getting on
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I do the dishes but lately i been dropping plates
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See as i get older my hands are starting to shake
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So mr larkin
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See i got to hold this job
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Did you misspeak when you told me
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She was all but gone
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Mr larkin
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Dock me my one week's pay
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But don't ask me to leave
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I can't afford that today
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Ten years ago my wife took sick
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So i brought her here
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My job i quit
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I started working for the home
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So i could be by her everyday
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We couldn't afford the cost in any other way
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So
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So mr larkin see i
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I know she know who i am
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Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand
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It's what i live for it's why she don't die
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So mr larkin won't you won't you give me this try
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I walk to work on route 27
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I see the same cars pass everyday
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And through all this new england weather
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You know never once have i been late
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So mr larkin see i
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I know she know who i am
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Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand
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It's what i live for it's why she don't die
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So mr larkin won't you won't you give me this try
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I see the argument you're makin'
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And i understand you got to do your job
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And believe me i know she's turning angel
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But you see this woman is all I got
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So mr larkin see i
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I know she know who i am
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Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand
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It's what i live for it's why she don't die
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So mr larkin won't you won't you give me this try
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Won't you give me this try
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Won't you give me this try
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Mr. Larkin
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