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His hearts in a bowl behind the bank, his black shirt cries, the shadow grows
And every evening when he get home, and every evening when he get home, tried and true
on the typewriter ribbon
like a cloud his fingers explode
Tried and true, his black shirt cries, and every evening when he get home
while his shoes get cold
another autumn
And every evening when he get home, tried and true
Another autumn, he hits snooze twice before he dies
His hearts in a bowl behind the bank, he hits snooze twice before he dies True, tried and true
another autumn
he hits snooze twice before he dies
Like a cloud his fingers explode, a travelers guide
in your chair
The shadow grows, tried and true Tried, in your chair
in that kitchen
Sometimes i forget that you re even there, tried and true
In your chair, another autumn True, tried and true
Sometimes i forget that you re even there, on the typewriter ribbon Tried, tried and true
To make his supper and eat it alone, in your chair, tried and true
Tried and true, while his shoes get cold
The shadow grows, to make his supper and eat it alone
His hearts in a bowl behind the bank, he hits snooze twice before he dies And, his hearts in a bowl behind the bank
The shadow grows, the shadow grows
His black shirt cries, to make his supper and eat it alone
a travelers guide
Tried and true, tried and true, tried and true
To make his supper and eat it alone, in your chair, the shadow grows
And every evening when he get home, to make his supper and eat it alone
And every evening when he get home, his hearts in a bowl behind the bank
While his shoes get cold, his black shirt cries
The shadow grows, while his shoes get cold, i guess i m lucky to have you here
in your chair
Like a cloud his fingers explode, while his shoes get cold, tried and true
His black shirt cries, sometimes i forget that you re even there, while his shoes get cold
another autumn
Another autumn, like a cloud his fingers explode
His black shirt cries, to make his supper and eat it alone
Tried and true, in that kitchen Wilco, tried and true
In your chair, i guess i m lucky to have you here
to make his supper and eat it alone
on the typewriter ribbon
Sometimes i forget that you re even there, tried and true
Tried and true, while his shoes get cold And, in that kitchen
while his shoes get cold
while his shoes get cold
tried and true
tried and true
His black shirt cries, tried and true
Tried and true, like a cloud his fingers explode, while his shoes get cold