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I stole a dime from my mother's drawer |
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The one her father gave her just before the war |
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Kids are fucking pricks, 1936 |
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I return my book and sold it to someone |
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Bought a bag of weed for $7.14 |
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Split her up with my girl and laid down under the trees |
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Looking up at the squirrels, jumping branch to branch |
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Fell asleep in the dirt and a trail of army ants |
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But it must have been winter, my mom was cleaning up |
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Heard her in her bedroom, all broken up |
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I hurried to the door, she cried there softly more |
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She turned her armoire over, the ??? was gone |
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Sat down on the floor, I held her so close |
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That little silver coin was all she had to show |
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For her father's love and the time they had |
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Before he held her last time, never came back |
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Must have been spring when I'd finally woken up |
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Got her out of bed all choken up |
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I just wanted to die, "For Christ, it was me." |
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Stupid little punk, maybe 14 |
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Head was a foggy grey, a clouded ??? |
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Oh what luck I found when the neighbors chimed in |
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I sat my mother down, I held her and we wept |
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One day I'll find it Mom(, by god I will) |
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1993, down in Tennessee |
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Me and Lumiere, we stopped and ate at Dairy Queen |
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Got a blizzard with Coke and some friends |
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I gave the girl a 20 and she said she's out of 5's |
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What about some 1's, what about a roll of dimes? |
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Kid brings them in, kid robs his grandma blind |
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Grabbed her from that check, cracked 'em open quick |
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First one in my hand was a 1936 |
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Sent it to my mom, said it ain't the one |
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But please forgive me, please, for the hurt that I have done |
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I won't stop looking, hurts me to this day |
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You know I love you Mom, no words could ever say |
