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A red suitcase she'll never miss
A leather coat he used to wear
Thinking tough, looking tired
With momma's money and daddy's ring
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He's gone like the water down to
NYC
Sleeping on the 802
Along this river, running down
He's gone like the water downthe deep hole draindisappering in the city
Twenty-four and growing pale
Growing up, coming back
Drew a face on the ticket stub
With mamma's hands, and daddy's pen
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Talk all night, cook all day
Looking for a new place to stay
Thinking hard, looking bad
With mama's dollar in daddy's coat
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