Broken Strings by Swollen Boss Toad
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There is no one to till your garden Dog-eared paperbacks, notebooks in a pile A beer bottle candle, a broom with no handle Everything in this room reminds me of him Here's his guitar with broken strings Your son, your hopes have met their end His life, his dreams never really got a start High school diploma dusty on a shelf A bible never opened on his desk A gold class ring, a crushed carnation Memory trinkets fill this drawer City band flayers tacked to the wall Cigarettes hidden under his bed Everything in this room reminds me of him Here's his guitar with broken strings
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