Fitzgerald

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  It’s sad to see your art 
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hanging on the wall
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  So many pictures there
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  Yours the best of all

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  I like the Indian
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  The one in ballpoint ink
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  In ancient Massachusettes long 
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before you called
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  You traded him and many others 
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for a drink

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  Your fingers thick from hammers
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  Well it really makes you think
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  And then my father would fill 
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your glass so tall

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  When I was a kid I gophered in 
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your crew
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  Always a kind word
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  And you showed me what to do

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  And living hammered, well its 
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always hit or miss
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  But through your 
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cigarette-stained beard
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  Your love rang true

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  And though you are so loved it 
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had to come to this
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  You got shut off because you 
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always stink of piss
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  And now you drink someplace 
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where no one bothers you

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