Well, I compare you two
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You've got the same toothy grin
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And a penchant for dramatic ends
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See the harbor lights
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His five brothers down there
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From the salty bay back home again
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He went from one ball and chain
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His whole life down the drain
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With a widow in his wake
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When he got back home
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He took the first job he found
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How much can one man take?
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And he measured his breath
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As he pocketed his pride
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And he quietly watched life go by
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From the register side
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Well, he drove down to the shore
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But he can't see her no more
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He bought a bottle of red wine
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He wasn't guilty then
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And he's not guilty now
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Of killing anything but time
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And he measured his breath
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As he pocketed his pride
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And he quietly watched life go by
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From the register side
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Yeah you can waste your whole life
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From the register side
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It's about the in betweens and all the grief that you get
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It's about the in betweens and you're not dead yet
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It's about the in betweens and you can lie to yourself
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It's about the in betweens
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It's about the in betweens and all the grief that you get
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It's about the in betweens and you're not dead yet
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It's about the in betweens and you can lie to yourself
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It's about the in betweens
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And he measured his breath
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As he pocketed his pride
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And he quietly watched life go by
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From the register side
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And he quietly watched life go by
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From the register side
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And he quietly watched his life
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Register Side
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Buffalo Tom |