Oh the faucet started dripping in the kitchen Last night your picture fell down from the wall And today the boss said 'sorry son I can't use you anymore' And tonight the light bulb went out down the hall Oh, things have gone to pieces since you left me Nothing turns out half right, now it seems There ain't nothin' in my pocket, but three nickels and a dime And I'm holding to the pieces of my dreams Somebody threw a baseball through my window And the arm fell off my favourite chair today Oh the man he came today, said he'd haul all my things away If I didn't get my payments made by ten Things have gone to pieces since you left me Now nothin' turns out half right, now it seems There ain't nothin' in my pocket but three nickels and a dime And I'm holding to the pieces of my dreams
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