In an upstairs room, under lock and key
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It's my brother, Former Lee
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All the mops and brooms keep him company
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Misconceived of the family
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Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed
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No dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head
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Former Lee Warmer
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When I hear him play in his twisted key
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That's the way he calls to me
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On a silver tray, I keep the master key
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In every way, he depends on me
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Former Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves
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Candle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys
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In an upstairs room under lock and key
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It's my brother, Former Lee
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And after all these years, I've never heard him speak
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I wonder what he thinks of me
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Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window
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When he feels really brave
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Former Lee Warmer waves at his father
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Out in the family grave
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He's flesh and blood to me
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I love him brotherly
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But, I don't want to be Former Lee
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Former Lee Warmer
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| Alice Cooper |
