Just waiting for the chance And wipe your wooden seat
I wish that you could tell I certainly wish you well
My career has passed it's peak And I'm weak and you're strong You'll have to sing this song
Who do they touch on this earth Surely they could've done worse
Shame he was nice, a nice boy Just filled with guts and joy But he died, and an audience of one cried Filled with guts and joy, filled with guts and joy He sang it from his heart And all who said they heard
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