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Old man Wrigley lived in that white house,
Down the street where I grew up.
Momma used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up.
I spent a few long summers, out on his old porch swing.
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Lost his wife lost his baby.
Broke down and asked him one time
How ya keep from going cra-zy
He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me
Smiled and said
I raise my hands.
Bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just what I can see
Oh I believe, mmm-mmm
Few years later I was off at college
I can't quote the book
The chapter or the verse
You can't tell me it all ends
In a slow ride in a hearse
You know I'm more and more convinced
The longer that I live
This can't be
No this can't be
No this can't be all there is.
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