It's the same with men as with horses and dogs
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Nothing wants to die
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Evelyn James they killed in a game
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With guns too big for their hands
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Just off St. Charles in No-Mans Land
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And you'll have to find your own way home, boys
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You'll have to find your own way home
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The oldest was Troy, an eighteen year-old boy
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Shot dead in March with a robbery
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His brother started out to hell and to ruin
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Troy's killer was never caught they say
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Young nick he just went bad that day
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Now he'll have to find his own way home, boys
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He'll have to find his own way home
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Why cook dinner?
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Why make my bed?
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Why come home at all?
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Out the door and through the woods
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There is a world where nothing grows
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It's hard to say grace and to sit in the place
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Of someone missing at the table
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Mom's hair sprayed tight
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And her face in her hands
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Watching TV for answers to me
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After all she's only human
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And she's trying to find her own way home, boys
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She's trying to find her own way home
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My legs ache
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My heart is sore
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The well is full of pennies
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The Fall Of Troy
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| Tom Waits |
