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Oh, the faucet started drippin' in the kitchen |
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And last night your picture fell down from the wall |
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Today the boss said, "Sorry, I can't use you anymore" |
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And tonight the light bulb went out in the hall |
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Things have gone to pieces since you left me |
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Nothing turns out half-right now it seems |
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There ain't nothing in my pocket but three nickels and a dime |
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But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream |
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Somebody threw a baseball through my window |
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And the arm fell off my favorite drum again |
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The man he came today, |
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I'm gon' kill him |
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And said he'd haul my things away |
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Things have gone to pieces since you left me |
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Nothing turns out half-right now it seems |
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There ain't nothing in my pocket but three nickels and a dime |
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But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream |
