No one in the house to even hear me
I’m sittin’ in the darkness all alone
They tell me that a man’s home is his castle
But I’m a’thinkin’ it’s not quite a home.
I still remember when she up and left me
All because I pulled out one sharp knife
You’d think she woulda known I played the oboe
Now here I sit, alone, without a life.

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