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It Wasn't That the Penny Was Intended for Nicky's Eye
He was kind of broken-hearted
Tell me what happened, Son
Abe Lincoln was staring him dead in the eye
His fingers flurried up and down the neck of the guitar
They figured he had gone home
Some of the scales on the top of his head were scorched
He should die from hunger - you don't let him eat
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