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Tried And True

Tried And True

Like a cloud his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His hearts in a bowl behind the bank
And every evening when he get home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
Tried and true, that's you
Tried and true, hoo hoooo
I guess I'm lucky to have you here
In that kitchen, in your chair
Sometimes I forget that you're even there
One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a travelers guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he get home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
Tried and true, that's you
Tried and true, hoo hoooo
Tried and true, that's you
Tried and true, hoo hooo

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