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As old Joe sat a dyin' |
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The baby down the hall was cryin' |
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Somebody had a party goin' on |
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The fat boy you told tales to |
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Moved away the other day |
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To think with no goodbye |
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He could have gone |
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A postcard from Sun City |
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Was found layin' by your side |
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A kind of desert place |
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Where old folks dry away |
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You gazed out through the window |
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At the wonders of the sky |
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As if it were the first time every day |
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There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe |
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You used to say |
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No-one left alive |
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To call me Joe. |
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You've been beyond the boundaries |
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Understood it all |
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And thought of nothing |
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The ultimate was simple to your eyes |
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Just watch the world make madness |
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As the youth cried their replies |
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An old man knows far better than to try. |
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They say towards the end |
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You hardly left your shabby room |
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Where once you loved to go |
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Walkin' |
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Thru' the day |
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Sit back and watch a spider |
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Weave your window |
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'Cross the moon |
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And meals on wheels |
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Laughed kindly |
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When you'd say |
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There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe |
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To call me Joe |
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No-one left alive to call me Joe. |
