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And I saw your father drinking at a snowed in dive bar where the mirrors
And the men they all look like God.
And I saw your mother winking somewhere behind my back and I saw all those
Lines we could never cross.
I am going, I am going, I am gone.
And dreams are made of things that have to go away like helium balloons or
Hangover headaches.
And I was walking home from Boston looking for my final home and I wrote
You a letter but I lost it went searching for a pay phone.
'Cause when I die, I will die all alone.