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The repairman Sat at the bar Broken Great, now there were two things he couldn't fix She was gone His heart went with her And only a drunken shell Remained His dad always told him "If something's broke, fix it" And his dad gave him His first set of tools And they built A rocking chair together And even though His dad was gone He still had Them And his dad's last words To him Were "I love you" But she always said "You don't love me" And she gave him His first child And they built a family together But she was gone And he didnt Still have them And her last words To him Were"I don't love you" He left the bar drunk And started For home And as he walked He saw families And couples But it was always her Her with another And he hated them No He hated himself He was walking Near a bridge A good ways Above the water Rocks beneath He stopped He was on The edge Of the bridge But it wasn't a bridge It was a pit And he was at The precipice He jumped And the only one Who went to his funeral Was his corpse
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
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The repairman Sat at the bar Broken Great, now there were two things he couldn't fix She was gone His heart went with her And only a drunken shell Remained His dad always told him "If something's broke, fix it" And his dad gave him His first set of tools And they built A rocking chair together And even though His dad was gone He still had Them And his dad's last words To him Were "I love you" But she always said "You don't love me" And she gave him His first child And they built a family together But she was gone And he didnt Still have them And her last words To him Were"I don't love you" He left the bar drunk And started For home And as he walked He saw families And couples But it was always her Her with another And he hated them No He hated himself He was walking Near a bridge A good ways Above the water Rocks beneath He stopped He was on The edge Of the bridge But it wasn't a bridge It was a pit And he was at The precipice He jumped And the only one Who went to his funeral Was his corpse
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
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