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old photos in a shoe box
a wife and two young sons
pluck my rusted heart strings
though my race is nearly run
and the present now is precious
for the past in ruin lays
I see them come to draw the curtains
on this broken fairy tale
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but I won't die with this weight upon my chest
and as I did to you in life, I won't do to you in death.
Oh Maggie I was wrong
my sin is like blood upon my hands.
Maggie I was wrong
sweet woman, please forgive me, I was wrong
There's silver in your hair now
and wrinkles 'round my eyes
silent decades lay between us
I spent them stricken blind by pride
I made you out to be the cause
of why it all went wrong
became desparate in my shame
left you on your own
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BRIDGE:
I see our boys from time to time
but they don't look me in the eye
they see a villian and a coward
dear God, don't let their fate be mine
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