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He died when the house was empty
When the maid had gone
He put a pen to paper
For one final song
He wrote, "Babe, it's the only way
I know it's wrong but I can't stand
To go on living
To go on living
Living life this way"
And I don't know what the time is
Or what the next line is
Or how you're gonna take the news
But if I had my life again, ooh
I wouldn't change a thing
I'd let nobody
I'd let nobody
Stand inside my shoes
Oh, something's gotten hold of me
This home is not the home that it used to be
I've gathered dust
Like the dying flowers, ooh
And I've drunk myself sober
After hours and hours
Oh, something's gotten hold of me
This home is not the home that it used to be (it's not the same)
I've gathered dust
Like the dying flowers, ooh
And I've drunk myself sober
After hours and hours
After hours and hours
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